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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Our Little Tot’s Own Book - of Pretty Pictures, Charming Stories, and Pleasing Rhymes and - Jingles - -Author: Anonymous - -Release Date: May 17, 2021 [eBook #65368] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Richard Tonsing, Juliet Sutherland, and the Online - Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OUR LITTLE TOT’S OWN BOOK *** - -[Illustration] - - “WHAT DO THEY SAY IN BABY-LAND?” - “WHY, THE ODDEST THINGS; - MIGHT AS WELL - TRY TO TELL - WHAT A BIRDIE SINGS!” - -[Illustration] - - BABY-LAND. - - “HOW MANY MILES TO BABY-LAND?” - “ANY ONE CAN TELL; - UP ONE FLIGHT, - TO YOUR RIGHT: - PLEASE TO RING THE BELL.” - - “WHAT DO THEY DO IN BABY-LAND?” - “DREAM AND WAKE AND PLAY; - LAUGH AND CROW, - SHOUT AND GROW: - HAPPY TIMES HAVE THEY!” - -[Illustration] - - - - - OUR LITTLE TOT’S OWN BOOK - OF - _Pretty Pictures, Charming Stories, and Pleasing Rhymes and Jingles_. - - - NEW YORK: - HURST & COMPANY, - PUBLISHERS. - - - - - Copyright, 1912 - —BY— - HURST & COMPANY - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - -_There was once a very happy little girl who spent her childhood on an -old green farm. She had a little sister, and these two children never -knew what it was to possess toys from the stores, but played, played, -played from dawn till dark, just in the play-places they found on that -green farmstead. I so often have to tell my children “how mama used to -play”—for I was that very happy little girl—that I think other “little -women” of these days will enjoy knowing about those dear old simple -play-times._ - - - I.—THE LITTLE STUMP-HOUSE. - -One of my pet playhouses was an old stump, out in the pasture. Such a -dear, old stump as it was, and so large I could not put my arms more -than half way round it! - -Some of its roots were partly bare of earth for quite a little distance -from the stump, and between these roots were great green velvety moss -cushions. - -On the side, above the largest moss cushion, was a little shelf where a -bit of the stump had fallen away. On this little shelf I used to place a -little old brass candlestick. I used to play that that part of the stump -was my parlor. - -Above the next moss cushion were a number of shelves where I laid pieces -of dark-blue broken china I had found and washed clean in the brook. -That was my dining-room. - -There were two or three little bedrooms where the puffy moss beds were -as soft as down. My rag dolly had many a nap on those little green beds, -all warmly covered up with big sweet-smelling ferns. - -Then there was the kitchen! Hardly any moss grew there. I brought little -white pebbles from the brook, and made a pretty, white floor. Into the -side of the stump above this shining floor, I drove a large nail. On -this nail hung the little tin pan and iron spoon with which I used to -mix up my mud pies. - -My sister had a stump much like mine, and such fine times as the owners -of those two little stump-houses used to have together, only little -children know anything about. - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: THE STUMP PLAY-HOUSE.] - - - - -[Illustration] - - THE STOLEN LITTLE ONE. - A TRUE STORY. - - -[Illustration] - -Two little girls went shopping with their mamma. While she was at the -end of the store, Julie, the youngest, ran to the door. Her mother was -too busy to notice her, but Julie’s sister Mattie was watching her. She -saw a tall woman pass the door, and snatch up little Julie. Without a -word to her mother, Mattie ran after them. - -Away they went down the street. The woman would soon have outrun Mattie, -but her screams attracted the attention of a policeman. He followed too. -They came up with the woman as she was darting into a cellar. Mattie -told the policeman that the bad woman had stolen her sister Julie. He -soon took both children home. Their mother was overjoyed to see them, -and praised Mattie for being such a brave little girl. She never let -Julie go out of her sight again, when she took her out on the street. - - PINK HUNTER. - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - II.-THE OLD APPLE-TREE. - -There was an old apple-tree in the orchard that was the oldest tree in -the town. It overtopped the house, and the trunk was very big and brown -and rough; but O, the millions of fine green leaves, as soft and smooth -as silk, that it held up in the summer air! - -In the spring it was gay with pink and white blossoms, and then for days -the tree would be all alive with the great, black-belted bees. A little -later those sweet blossoms would fall off in a rosy rain, and Myra and I -would stand under the old apple-tree and try to catch the little, -fluttering things in our apron! And then, later still, came little -apples, very sour at first, but slowly sweetening until it seemed to me -that those juicy, golden-green apples tasted the best of any fruit in -all the world! My apron-pockets were always bursting with them! - -There was a famous horse up in the old tree. It could only be reached by -means of a ladder placed against the old tree’s stout trunk! A strange -horse, you would call him, but O, the famous rides that I have had on -that horse’s broad, brown back! The name of the horse was “General.” - -Up among the leaves where the sunshine played hide-and-seek was one dear -bough that was just broad enough and just crooked enough to form a nice -seat. Another bough bent round just in the very place to form a most -comfortable back to that seat. A pair of stirrups made of rope, some -rope reins tied to the trunk of the tree, and there was my horse, “all -saddled and all bridled!” - -I put my feet into the stirrups, shake my bridle-reins and cry, “Get up, -General!” - -The bough would sway a little, and I and the birds would be off -together, swinging and singing, up in a fair green world where there was -no one to disturb nest or little rider! The birds would sing to me, and -I would sing to them, and which of those little singers was the -happiest, I do not know! - -But I do know that my little heart was full of glee and joy to the brim! - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: RIDING “GENERAL.”] - - - - -[Illustration] - - SHE WISHED TO BE A PRINCESS. - _A True Story._ - - -Little Mary had had a volume of Hans Andersen’s Fairy Stories given her -at Christmas. The story she liked best was “The Princess and the Pea,” -for, like all little girls, little Mary had a natural desire to be a -Princess. - -When she went to bed at night with her doll little Mary would think to -herself, “Oh, how beautiful to be a real princess of such very fine -blood as to feel a little bit of a pea under twenty mattresses!” - -One morning a comforting idea came to little Mary. “Who knows,” she said -to herself, “with all my very many great grandfathers and grandmothers, -but p’raps I am related to some King or Queen way back?” - -Thereupon, she went to her mother’s pantry and took a bean from the -jar—as large a one as she could find—and, going to her room, put it -carefully under the hair mattress. That night she went to bed happy, -with joyful hopes. - -In the morning little Mary’s elder sister found her with her head buried -in her pillow crying. “Oh,” little Mary sobbed, “I did think I might -have just a little speck of royal blood in my veins, but I couldn’t feel -even that big bean under just one mattress!” - -Nothing would comfort little Mary until her mama explained to her that -even princesses were not happy unless they had good hearts; and _she_ -could have, if she tried, just as good and royal a heart as any Princess -under the sun. - - _Anne Fiske Davenport._ - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - III.—THE LITTLE POND. - -Out in the pasture, was a little pond. This little pond was quite deep -in the time of the spring and autumn rains. At such seasons Myra and I -would take our little raft made of boards, and by means of some stout -sticks would push the raft around on that little pond for hours. The -wind would raise little waves, and these waves would splash up against -the sides of our little raft with a delicious sort of noise. - -We used to dress a smooth stick of wood in doll’s clothes. We used to -call this wooden dolly by the name of Mrs. Pippy. We would take Mrs. -Pippy on board our ship as passenger. Somehow, Mrs. Pippy always -contrived to fall overboard. And then, such screaming, such frantic -pushing of that raft as there would he, before that calmly-floating Mrs. -Pippy was rescued! - -Just beyond the further edge of the pond was a little swampy place where -great clumps of sweet-flag used to grow. Sweet-flag is a water-plant -whose leaves are very long and slender and their stem-ends, where they -wrap about each other, are good to eat. In summer this little sweet-flag -swamp was perfectly dry. But when the rains had come and the little pond -was full, this little sweet-flag swamp was covered with water. - -Right between the pond and the swamp lay a big timber, stretching away -like a narrow bridge, with the pond-water lapping it on one side and the -swamp-water lapping it on the other. Such exciting times as we used to -have running across that little bridge after sweet-flag! - -“Run! run!” we would cry to each other; and then, away we would go, -running like the wind, yet very carefully, for the least misstep was -sure to plump us into the water! - -When the water in the swamp had nearly dried up, a bed of the very -nicest kind of mud was left. Taking off our shoes and stockings, we -would dance in that sticky mud until we were tired. Then we would hop -over the timber and wash our small toes clean in the pond. - - _Percia V. White._ - - - - - _Clever Tommy._ - - -[Illustration] - -“You like clever cats, Arthur,” said Laura; “and I am sure this is one. -See how funnily he is drinking the milk with his paw. Did you know this -cat, mamma?” - -“Yes, my dear, I was staying at the house when his mistress found him -out. We used to wonder sometimes why there was so little milk for tea, -and my friend would say ‘They must drink it in the kitchen, for the neck -of the milk jug is so narrow, Tom could not get his great head in.’ - -“But Tom was too clever to be troubled at the narrow neck of the milk or -cream jug, and one day when his mistress was coming towards the parlor -through the garden, she saw Tom on the table from the window, dipping -his paw into the jug like a spoon and carrying the milk to his mouth. -Did he not jump down quickly, and hide himself when she walked in, for -he well knew he was doing wrong.” - -“And was he punished, mamma?” - -“No, Laura, although his mistress scolded him well, and Tom quite -understood, for cats who are kindly treated are afraid of angry words.” - -“Did you ever see Tom drink the milk in this way?” - -“Yes, for his mistress was proud of his cleverness, and she would place -the jug on the floor for him. When she did that, Tom knew he might drink -it, and he would take up the milk in his paw so cleverly that it was -soon gone.” - - - - -[Illustration] - - FLOWERS. - - - How stilly, yet how sweetly, - The little while they bloom, - They teach us quiet trustfulness, - Allure our hearts from selfishness, - And smile away our gloom: - So do they prove that heavenly love - Doth every path illume! - - How stilly, yet how sadly, - When summer fleeteth by, - And their sweet work of life is done, - They fall and wither, one by one, - And undistinguish’d lie: - So warning all that Pride must fall, - And fairest forms must die! - - How stilly, yet how surely, - They all will come again, - In life and glory multiplied, - To bless the ground wherein they died, - And long have darkly lain:— - So we may know, e’en here below, - Death has no lasting reign! - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - IV.—THE LITTLE BROOK. - -We had a merry playmate in a little brook that ran down through the -sunny meadows! It slipped and slid over little mossy pebbles and called -to us, “Follow, follow, follow!” in the sweetest little voice in the -world! - -Sometimes, I would kneel down on the little low bank, and bend my head -down close, and ask, “Where are you going, little brook?” - -It would splash a cool drop of spray in my face, and run on calling, -“Follow, follow, follow!” just as before. - -Wild strawberries grew red and sweet down in the tall grass, and great -purple violets, and tall buttercups nid-nodding in the wind. - -Very often Myra and I would take off our shoes and stockings, and wade. -The roguish little brook would tickle my small toes, and try and trip me -up on one of its little mossy stones. Once I did slip and sat right down -in the water with a great splash! And the little brook took all the -starch out of my clothes, and ran off with it in a twinkling. - -Now and then, I would fasten a bent pin to a string and tie the string -to the end of a stick and fish for the tiny minnows and tadpoles. But, -somehow, I never caught one of the little darting things. I used to -believe the brook whispered them to keep away from that little shining -hook. - -Sometimes, I would take a big white chip and load it with pebbles or -violets and send it down stream. The sly little brook would slip my boat -over one of its tiny waterfalls just as quick as it could! If my little -boat was loaded with pebbles, down would go my heavy cargo to the -bottom! But if it were loaded with violets, then a fleet of fairy purple -canoes would float on and on, and away out of sight. - -A great green frog with big, staring eyes watched from the side of the -brook. Now and then, he would say, “Ker-chug!” in a deep voice. I used -to ask him in good faith, what “ker-chug!” meant. But he did not tell, -and to this day I have not found out what “ker-chug” means. - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: “WILD STRAWBERRIES GREW RED AND SWEET DOWN IN THE TALL -GRASS.”] - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - V.—THE MEADOW-ROCKS. - -Another place where I played was out on the meadow-rocks. Right down in -a level spot in the meadow were three great rocks. Each one of these -rocks was as large as a dining-room table. Right through this little -flat place ran the brook I have told you about, bubbling round our three -great rocks. - -0, what splendid playhouses those rocks were! We each owned one. The -third was owned by that wooden doll, Mrs. Pippy. In order to get to -either one of the houses you had to cross a little bridge that spanned a -tiny river. Also there were dear little steps up the sides of the rocks -which it was such a pleasure to go up and down. - -On the top of the rocks, which were almost as flat as the top of a -table, were little closely-clinging patches of moss that we called our -rugs. There were queer-shaped hollows in the tops of these rocks. In one -little moss-lined hollow I used to cradle my baby-doll. Another hollow -was my kitchen sink. I used to fill up my sink with bits of broken -dishes, turn on some water from the brook, and then such a scrubbing as -my dishes got! - -At the rocks, kneeling down on the planks that formed our bridges, we -used to wash our dollies’ clothes. Then we would spread them on the -grass to dry. Didn’t we use to keep our babies clean and sweet! - -Afterwards, pinning our short skirts up about us, we would wash the -floors of our little rock houses until they shone. When everything was -spick-and-span, we would unpin our skirts, pull down our sleeves, rub -our rosy cheeks with a mullein leaf to make them rosier, and with a big -burdock leaf tied on with a couple of strings for a bonnet we would go -calling on our lazy neighbor, Mrs. Pippy, and give her a serious -“talking-to.” - -Or, perhaps, we would call on each other and talk about the terrible -illnesses our poor children were suffering from. Or, perhaps, we would -go to market. The market consisted of a long row of raspberry bushes -along the meadow fence. - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: WASHING-DAY AT THE ROCK-HOUSES.] - - - - -[Illustration] - - - But when to-morrow, down the lane, - I walk among the flowers again, - Between the tall red hollyhocks, - Here I shall find you as before, - Asleep within your fastened door,— - My lazy four-o’clocks! - MARGARET JOHNSON. - - - - -[Illustration] - - _THE SNOW WITCH._ - - -There was skating on the ponds where the snow had been cleared; there -were icicles on the trees, nice blue, clear skies in the daytime, cold, -bright, wintry moonlight at night. - -Lovely weather for Christmas holidays! But to one little five-year-old -man, nothing had seemed lovely this Christmas, though he was spending it -with his Father and Mother and his big sisters at Grandpapa’s beautiful -old country house, where everybody did all that could be done to make -Grandpapa’s guests happy. For poor little Roger was pining for his elder -brother, Lawson, whom he had not seen for more than four months. Lawson -was eight, and had been at school since Michaelmas, and there he had -caught a fever which had made it not safe for him to join the rest of -the family till the middle of January. But he was coming to-morrow. - -Why, then, did Roger still look sad and gloomy? - -“Stupid little boy!” said Mabel. “I’m sure we’ve tried to amuse him. -Why, Mamma let him sit up an hour later than usual last night, to hear -all those funny old fairy tales and legends Uncle Bob was telling.” - -“Yes, and weren’t they fun?” answered Pansy. “I did shiver at the witch -ones, though, didn’t you?” - -Poor little Roger! Pansy’s shivering was nothing to his! They had all -walked home from the vicarage, tempted by the clear, frosty moonlight -and the hard, dry ground; and trotting along, a little behind the -others, a strange thing had happened to the boy. Fancy—in the field by -the Primrose Lane, through the gateway, right in a bright band of -moonlight, _he had seen a witch_. Just such a witch as Uncle Bob had -described—with shadowy garments, and outstretched arms, and a -queer-shaped head, on all of which the icicles were sparkling, just as -Uncle Bob had said. For it was a winter-witch he had told the story -about, whose dwelling was up in the frozen northern seas—“the Snow -Witch” they called her. - -[Illustration] - -Cold as it was, Roger was in a bath of heat, his heart beating wildly, -his legs shaking, when he overtook his sisters. And the night that -followed was full of terrible dreams and starts and misery, even though -nurse and baby were next door, and he could see the night-light through -the chinks. If it had not been that Lawson was coming—Lawson who never -laughed at him or called him “stupid little goose,” Lawson who listened -to all his griefs—Roger could not have borne it. For, strange to say, -the little fellow told no one of his trouble; he felt as if he could -_only_ tell Lawson. - -No wonder he looked pale and sad and spiritless; there was still another -dreadful night to get through before Lawson came. - -But things sometimes turn out better than our fears. Late that -afternoon, when nursery tea was over and bedtime not far off, there came -the sound of wheels and then a joyful hubbub. Lawson had come! Uncle Bob -had been passing near the school where he was, and had gone a little out -of his way to pick him up. Every one was delighted—oh, of them all, -_none_ so thankful as Roger. - -“Though I wont tell him to-night,” decided the unselfish little fellow, -“not to spoil his first night. I sha’n’t mind when I know he’s in his -cot beside me.” And even when Lawson lovingly asked him if anything was -the matter, he kept to his resolution. - -But he woke in the middle of the night from a terrible dream; Lawson -woke too, and then—out it all came. - -“I thought she was coming in at the window,” Roger ended. “If—if you -look out—it’s moonlight—I think _p’r’aps_ you’ll see where she stands. -But no, no! Don’t, _don’t_! She might see you.” - -So Lawson agreed to wait till to-morrow. - -“I have an idea,” said Lawson. “Roger, darling, go to sleep. _I’m_ here, -and you can say your prayers again if you like.” - -Lawson was up very early next morning. And as soon as breakfast was over -he told Roger to come out with him. Down the Primrose Lane they went, in -spite of Roger’s trembling. - -“Now, shut your eyes,” said Lawson, when they got to the gate. He opened -it, and led his brother through. - -“Look, now!” he said, with a merry laugh. And what do you think Roger -saw? - -[Illustration] - -An old scarecrow, forgotten since last year. There she stood, the “Snow -Witch,” an apron and ragged shawl, two sticks for arms, a bit of -Grandpapa’s hat, to crown all—that was the witch! - -“Shake hands with her, Roger,” said Lawson. And shake hands they both -did, till the old scarecrow tumbled to pieces, never more to frighten -either birds or little boys. “Dear Lawson,” said Roger, lovingly, as he -held up his little face for a kiss. And happy, indeed, were the rest of -the Christmas holidays. - -May they never love each other less, these two; may they be true -brothers in manhood as they have been in their childish days! - - _L. Molesworth._ - - - - - _THE THREE BLIND MICE._ - _THE STORY TOLD BY A BROWNIE._ - - -Well, first of all, I must tell you that I am a Brownie, and although I -am ever and ever so old, I look as young to-day as I did when I was but -one year old. Well, it was about seven hundred years ago, and I used to -be a great deal with some other Brownies, cousins of mine, visiting at -the same farm-houses as they did, and helping them with their work. And -it was in this way that I got to know the Three Blind Mice,—Purrin, -Furrin, and Tod. - -Pretty, pleasant little fellows they were; and they were not blind -then,—far from it. They lived up in the loft of Dame Marjoram’s room, -over at Fiveoaks Farm. - -Such merry supper-parties as never were, I think, before or since, we -used to have then. We would think nothing of finishing a round of apple -and a walnut-shell full of honey between us, in one evening, to say -nothing of scraps of cheese-rind and the crumbs we stole from the birds. -Purrin had a most melodious voice, and could sing a good song, while Tod -was never at a loss for an amusing story. As to Furrin, he was almost as -quaint as our Mr. Puck, and, though perhaps it is not for _me_ to say -so, when those in high places do encourage him, not one-tenth as -mischievous. - -When Angelina, the old stable cat, had kittens, he would get into all -sorts of out-of-the-way places, and imitate their squeaky little voices, -so that she was always on the fidget, thinking she must have mislaid one -somewhere, and never able to find it. For you see, as she could not -count, she never knew whether they were all beside her or no. Often he -would coax a whole hazel-nut out of Rudge, the Squirrel, who lived on -the Hanger, just above, and whom every one believed to be a miser. And -then his Toasting-fork Dance was so sprightly and graceful, it did your -heart good to see it. Ah, me! those days are gone, and Furrin is gone -too; and the Moon, when she looks through that chink in the barn roof, -no longer sees us feasting and making merry on the great beam. - -And this is how they became blind: - -[Illustration] - -They were very fond of Gilliflower, Dame Marjoram’s little daughter, and -after the nurse had put her to bed, Furrin, Purrin, and Tod used to -creep up into her room, and read her some of the funny little tales from -Mouse-land till she went to sleep. She would lie there with her eyes -shut, and perhaps imagined that it was her own thoughts that made her -fancy all about the fairy tales that came into her head; but really it -was the mice who read them to her, but in such a low voice that -Gilliflower never thought of opening her eyes to see if any one was -there. I must tell you that the print in Mouse-land is very, very small -and hard to read. This did not matter so much during the long Summer -evenings, when there was plenty of light to see to read by; but when the -Winter came on, and the mice had only the firelight to read by, then -reading the small print began to tell its tale. You know how bad it is -for the eyesight to read any print by firelight, and it must be very -much worse when the print is very small; and so Furrin would say to -Purrin, “My eyes are getting quite dim, so now you must read;” and -before Purrin had read a page he would say the same thing to Tod, and -then Tod would try; but after a time their eyes became so dim they -couldn’t see at all, and so they had to invent stories to tell little -Gilliflower; so the poor little mice went quite blind, trying to amuse -their little girl friend. - -I took what care of them I could; but their blindness was very sad for -them. No longer had Purrin the heart to sing or Furrin to dance and -jest. Only they would sit close together, each holding one of Tod’s -hands, and listening to his stories, for he kept his spirits best, and -did all he could to cheer the others. All the marketing fell to me then, -and it gave me plenty to do; for, poor souls, the only amusement left -them was a dainty morsel, now and then. - -And, by and by, they became so tired of sitting still, when Tod had -exhausted all his stock of stories, that they got reckless, and would go -blundering about the house after Dame Marjoram, whom they knew by the -rustle of her silken skirt, and the tapping of her high-heeled shoes. -They all ran after her, forgetting, that although they could not see -her, still she could see them, and trying to follow her into her -store-room, where the almonds, and raisins, and sugar, and candied-peel -were kept. - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - -I told them she would get angry, and that harm would come of it; but I -think their unhappiness and dulness made them quite foolhardy, for they -still went on, getting under her feet, and well-nigh tripping her up; -clambering into the lard-pot before her very eyes; in short, doing a -thousand irritating and injudicious things day by day, until her -patience was quite worn out. And at last, when they scrambled on to the -dinner-table, thinking it to be the store-room shelf, and sat all in a -row, quietly eating out of Miss Gilliflower’s plate, Dame Marjoram, who -had the carving-knife in her hand, thought it high time for them to have -a lesson in manners. So, thinking the knife was turned blunt side -downwards, she rapped them smartly across their three tails. What was -her horror and their dismay, to find them cut off quite cleanly. The -little tails lay still on the table, and the three little mice, -well-nigh crazed with terror and pain, groped their way off the table -and out of the room. - -I was returning from the cheese-room, and met them crossing the great -hall. - -Of course, I took in at a glance all that had occurred, and I must say -that I felt but little surprise, though much sorrow. I guided them to -our old haunt in the loft-roof and then sat down to prepare a Memorial -for Dame Marjoram, giving a full account of all that they had suffered -for the sake of her family. - -[Illustration] - -This I placed on the top of the key-basket; and while she was reading -it, with my usual tact I silently brought in Purrin, Furrin, and Tod, -and pushed them forward in front of her. - -The tears stood in her eyes as she finished reading my scroll, and from -that time forth nothing was too good for the Three Blind Mice. The good -wife even tried to make new tails for them. - -But they did not live long to enjoy their new happiness. The loss of -their sight, followed by the shock of having their tails cut off, was -too much for them. They never quite recovered, but died, all on the same -day, within the same hour, just a month afterward. - -Their three little graves were made beneath the shadows of a lavender -bush in the garden. - -Sometimes I go there to scatter a flower or two, and to shed a tear to -the memory of Purrin, Furrin, and Tod. - - _Helen J. Wood._ - -[Illustration] - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - VI—THE LILACS. - -There was a great clump of lilac bushes out by the garden wall. These -lilacs grew close together and made a thick hedge nearly around a little -plot of ground, where the grass grew so thick and velvety that it was -like a great green rug, and they bent their tall heads over this little -green plot, and so formed a lovely summer-house. - -Here we used to sew for our dolls, and here we used to give tea-parties. -Raspberry shortcake was one of the dainties we used to have. This is the -way we made it: Take a nice clean raspberry leaf, heap it with -raspberries, and put another leaf on top. Eat at once. - -In this lovely summer-house I used to keep school. I had a row of bricks -for scholars. Each brick had its own name. Two or three of the bricks -were nice and red and new. I named those new bricks after my dearest -little school-friends. - -The rest of the bricks were either broken or blackened a little. Those -bricks were my naughty, idle scholars. I used to stand them up in a row -to learn their lessons. The first thing I knew those bad bricks would -all tumble down in a heap. Numbers of little lilac-switches grew about -my schoolhouse, and I fear I was a severe teacher. - -When the lilacs were in bloom, that dear little summer-house was a very -gay little place. The great, purple plumes would nod in every little -wind that blew. The air was full of sweetness. Butterflies made the -trees bright with their slowly-waving wings. There was a drowsy hum of -many bees. Sometimes we would catch hold of one of the slender trunks of -the lilac trees, and give it a smart shake. Away would flash a bright -cloud of butterflies, and a swarm of angry, buzzing bees! - -Pleasant Sabbath afternoons, we used to take our Sunday-school books out -under the lilacs to read. And as we read about good deeds and unselfish -lives, our own choir of birds would sing sweet hymns. Then we would look -up and smile, and say, “They have good singing at the lilac church, -don’t they?” - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: I HAD A ROW OF BRICKS FOR SCHOLARS.] - - - - - EIGHT YEARS OLD. - THE SINGING-LESSON. - - - A slender, liquid note, - Long-drawn and silver-sweet. - Obediently the little maid - Tries, timid still, and half afraid, - The lesson to repeat. - - A breezy turn or two, - A blithe and bold refrain, - A ripple up and down the scale, - And still the learner does not fail - To echo soft the strain. - - A burst of melody - Wild, rapturous, and long. - A thousand airy runs and trills - Like drops from overflowing rills,— - The vanquished pupil’s song - - Breaks into laughter sweet. - And does her master chide? - Nay; little Ethel’s music-room - Is mid the sunny garden’s bloom, - Her roof the branches wide. - - With parted lips she stands - Among the flowers alone. - Her teacher—hark! again he sings! - A stir—a flash of startled wings— - The little bird has flown! - MARGARET JOHNSON. - - - - -[Illustration: “One,| Two,| Buckle| My Shoe.” By Margaret Johnson] - - - Smile on me, Baby, my sweet, - As I kneel humbly here at your feet. - My Prince, with no crown for your head, - But your own sunny tresses instead. - And your lips and your eyes gravely sweet, - Smile down on me here at your feet, - Little one. - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - VII.—THE SAND-BANK. - -That sand-bank in the pasture was one of the nicest of our playhouses. -There was neither dust nor dirt in it—nothing but clean, fine sand, with -now and then a pebble. It was not high, so there was no danger of a -great mass of sand falling down on us two children. - -The sand-bank was not very far from the little brook. Myra and I would -carry pailful after pailful of water from the brook to it, until we had -moistened a large quantity of sand. Sometimes we would cover our little -bare feet with the cool, wet sand, packing it just as close as we could. -Then gently, O, so gently, we would pull our feet out from under the -sand. The little “five-toed caves” as we used to call them, would show -just as plain as could be, where our little feet had been! We used to -catch little toads and put them into those little damp caves, but they -would soon hop out. - -We used to make the nicest pies and cakes and cookies out of that lovely -wet sand. We used to wish our sand-dainties were fit to eat! - -Oftentimes, when we were tired of cooking, we would go to work and lay -out a wonderful garden with tiny flower-beds and winding paths, out of -that wet sand. Some of those flower-beds were star-shaped, some were -round as a wheel, and some were square. We used to gather handfuls of -wild-flowers and stick them down in, until every tiny bed blossomed into -pink and blue and white and gold! - -We used to make sand-preserves out there. The time and the patience that -we used up in filling narrow-necked bottles with sand! After a bottle -was well-filled and shaken down, we would catch up that bottle and run -down to the brook. We would wash the outside of that bottle until it -shone like cut-glass, and then we would pack it away in a hollow stump -that we called our preserve-closet. - -We used to play a game that we called “Hop-scotch” out in the old -sand-bank. In this game, you mark the sand off into rather large -squares. Then hopping along on one foot, you try with your toe to push a -pebble from one square into another. - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: THE SAND-BANK GARDEN.] - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - VIII.—THE OLD PASTURE. - -I used to play a great deal out in the old pasture. It had a clump of -cradle-knolls in it. A cradle-knoll is a little mound of moss. - -On these mossy little cradle-knolls, checkerberry leaves and berries -used to grow. How delicious those spicy young checkerberry leaves -tasted! And we hunted those red plums as a cat hunts a mouse! - -The pasture had two or three well-beaten paths in it, that the cows had -made by their sober steady tramping back and forth from the barnyard -lane to the growth of little trees and bushes and tender grass at the -back. At sunset-time, two little barefooted girls would “spat” along -those cool smooth winding paths after those cows. - -As long as we kept in the paths our little feet were all right. But -sometimes a clump of bright wild-flowers tempted us, and then two sorry -little girls with thistle-prickles in their feet would come limping -back. But out where the tender grasses grew there were no thistles, and -such fun as hide-and-seek used to be among the bushes! - -Sometimes we could not find the cows very readily; and then we would -climb up on a smutty stump and call, “co’ boss! co’ boss!” until the -woods rang. - -In the spring, we would go a-maying out in the old pasture, and O, such -great handfuls of the sweet mayflower as we used to bring home! Later -on, we would gather great bunches of sweet-smelling herbs that grew wild -out there, and carry them home to hang up in the shed-chamber and dry. - -If one of my schoolmates had been unkind to me, I would go out into the -old pasture, and there I would plan out for myself a lovely future -wherein I should be _very_ rich and _very_ good to the poor. And my -unkind schoolmate would be one of the humble receivers of my gifts, and -so it would come about that before I got through building air-castles I -would actually feel sorry for the poor schoolmate who had ill-used me. -And then home I would go, singing and skipping! - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: “CO’ BOSS!! CO’ BOSS!”] - - - - - Little Mother Hubbard. - - -[Music] - - 1. Lit-tle Mo-ther Hub-bard sat - In the park at play, With her gown and point-ed hat All of so-ber - gray. And she looked so wondrous wise That I scarce be-lieved my eyes; - And she looked so wondrous wise That I scarce believed my eyes. - - 2. Pug no long-er frisked a-bout, - For he felt the loss Of his sup-per and his cake, So was tired and - cross. And this self-ish lit-tle pug Wished himself up-on his rug; - And this self-ish lit-tle pug Wished himself up-on his rug. - - 3. Mo-ther Hub-bard hur-ried home, - Say-ing, “Mer-cy me! Pug shall have some frost-ed cake And a cup of - tea.” But the cake was eat-en up And the nurse had lost his cup; - But the cake was eat-en up, And the nurse had lost his cup. - - - - -[Illustration: PILLOW·LAND] - - - GOOD-NIGHT. - - Suck-a-Thumb, - Bed-time’s come. - - Dressed in white, - Shut eyes tight. - - “Nighty, night!” - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - IX.—THE ELM-TREE. - -Out in one of the meadows was a big elm-tree. It was very tall, and in -summer it looked like a monster bunch of green plumes. - -It stood on the bank of our little brook. Right where the old elm stood, -the bank was quite high, six feet almost. The boughs on the old tree -grew very low. I would catch hold of one of those low-hanging boughs. -Then, I would give a little run and jump. Away out over the bank and -over the brook I would swing! - -Oftentimes I would take my patchwork out under the old elm. But soon the -patchwork would be on the ground, forgotten, and an idle little girl -would be lying flat on the grass, with her hands clasped under her head, -looking up into the clear blue sky! - -I used to make believe that the white clouds were my ships, coming into -harbor under full sail. And I used to make up fine names for my ships, -and O, such splendid cargoes as they would be loaded with, all for -me—their rich young owner—the idle dreamer in the grass! - -O, it was such fun to lie there in the midst of funny daisies with their -high white collars, and buttercups with their yellow caps! The roguish -little winds would make them bend over and tickle the rosy face of the -little girl whom the birds and the brook had almost hushed off to sleep. -There would be a soft little touch on my forehead, and then another on -my chin, and yet others on my cheeks. Then I would open my eyes and -laugh at those funny little white and gold heads, soberly wagging up and -down. But once I was rather frightened out under the old elm. I had been -lying flat on my back for an hour or two, when I was called. I half -raised myself up and answered. My hand was on the ground just where I -had been lying. I felt something squirming around my thumb. It was a -tiny brown snake! Of course, it was as harmless as a fly, but didn’t I -spring to my feet! - -When I had to recite a little piece in school or at a church concert, I -always used to rehearse that little piece out under the old elm, over -and over again. - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: SWINGING ON THE ELM-TREE BOUGH.] - - - - - _Puggie in Disgrace._ - - - Child-ren, just look at this queer little Pug, - His small wrin-kled nose, his little black mug! - I fear he’s been naugh-ty at les-sons to-day, - And, like naugh-ty child-ren, he’s pun-ished this way. - - He sits on the stool of re-pent-ance, you see; - Poor Pug-gie is gen-tle and meek as can be; - But when at his les-sons he just took a nap, - And that is the rea-son he wears the Fool’s cap. - - His neck has an or-na-ment, not like his head, - But a beau-ti-ful lock-et and rib-bon in-stead; - So you see that to some one the dog-gie is dear, - Al-though they all tease him I very much fear. - - From Ho-race, the eld-est, to lit-tle Miss May, - All in-sist that Poor Pug-gie should join in their play; - Some-times they pet him, and some-times they tease, - But he bears it all pa-tient-ly, eager to please. - - He rolls his big eyes, or just heaves a sigh, - And thinks they’ll make up for it all by and by. - For Pug-gie is greed-y, and bears a great deal - For the sake of some cakes or a good heart-y meal. - - But though he _is_ greed-y, his faults are but few, - He is lov-ing and hon-est, de-vo-ted and true. - If our two-foot-ed friends were as faith-ful as he - Ve-ry for-tu-nate peo-ple I think we should be. - -[Illustration] - - - - - _TIC-TAC-TOO._ - - -Tic-tac-too was a little boy; he was exactly three years old, and the -youngest in the family; so, of course, he was the king. His real name -was Alec; but he was always known in the household, and among his wide -circle of friends generally, as Tic-tac-too. There was a little story to -account for this, and it is that story which I am now going to tell. - -[Illustration] - -There are very few children who do not know the funny old nursery rhyme -of “Tic-tac-too;” it is an old-fashioned rhyme, and in great vogue -amongst nurses. Of course Alec enjoyed it, and liked to have his toes -pulled, and the queer words said to him. But that is not the story; for -it is one thing to like a nursery rhyme very much, and another to be -called by the name of that rhyme, and nothing else. - -Now, please, listen to the story. - -There was no nicer house to live in than Daisy Farm: it was -old-fashioned and roomy; there were heaps of small bedrooms with low -ceilings, and heaps of long passages, and unexpected turnings, and dear -little cosey corners; and there was a large nursery made out of two or -three of the small rooms thrown together, and this nursery had casement -windows, and from the windows the daisies, which gave their name to the -farm, could be seen. They came up in thousands upon thousands, and no -power of man and scythe combined could keep them down. The -mowing-machine only suppressed them for a day or two; up they started -anew in their snowy dresses, with their modest pink frills and bright -yellow edges. - -Mr. Rogers, who owned Daisy Farm, objected to the flowers; but his -children delighted in them, and picked them in baskets-full, and made -daisy-chains to their hearts’ content. There were several children who -lived in this pleasant farmhouse, for Tic-tac-too had many brothers and -sisters. The old-fashioned nursery was all that a modern nursery should -be; it had deep cupboards for toys, and each child had his or her wide -shelf to keep special treasures on; and the window-ledges were cosey -places to curl up in on wet days, when the rain beat outside, and the -wind sighed, and even the daisies looked as if they did not like to be -washed so much. - -[Illustration] - -Some of the children at Daisy Farm were old enough to have governesses -and masters, to have a schoolroom for themselves, and, in short, to have -very little to say to the nursery; but still there were four nursery -little ones; and one day mother electrified the children by telling them -that another little boy was coming to pay them a visit. - -“He is coming to-morrow,” said mother; “he is a year younger than Alec -here, but his mother has asked us to take care of him. You must all be -kind to the little baby stranger, children, and try your very best to -make him feel at home. Poor little man, I trust he will be happy with -us.” - -[Illustration] - -Mother sighed as she spoke; and when she did this, Rosie, the eldest -nursery child, looked up at her quickly. Rosie had dark gray eyes, and a -very sympathetic face; she was the kind of child who felt everybody’s -troubles, and nurse said she did this far more than was good for her. - -The moment her mother left the room, Rosie ran up to her nurse, and -spoke eagerly— - -“Why did mother sigh when she said a new little boy was coming here, -nursie?” - -“Oh, my love, how can I tell? People sigh most likely from habit, and -from no reason whatever. There’s nothing to fret anybody in a sigh, Miss -Rosie.” - -“But mother doesn’t sigh from habit,” answered Rosie; “I expect there’s -going to be something sad about the new little boy, and I wonder what it -is. Harry, shall we collect some of our very nicest toys to have ready -for the poor little new boy?” - -Harry was six; he had a determined face, and was not so generous as -Rosie. - -“I’ll not give away my skin-horse,” he said, “so you needn’t think it, -nor my white dog with the joints; there are some broken things down in -that corner that he can have. But I don’t see why a new baby should have -my best toys. Gee-up, Alec! you’re a horse, you know, and I’m going to -race you from one end of the nursery to the other—now trot!” - -Fat little curly-headed Alec started off good-humoredly, and Rosie -surveyed her own shelf to see which toys would most distract the -attention of the little stranger. - -She was standing on a hassock, and counting her treasures over -carefully, when she was startled by a loud exclamation from nurse. - -“Mercy me! If that ain’t the telegraph boy coming up the drive!” - -Nurse was old-fashioned enough still to regard telegrams with -apprehension. She often said she could never look at one of those awful -yellow envelopes, without her heart jumping into her mouth; and these -fears she had, to a certain extent, infected the children with. - -Harry dropped Alec’s reins, and rushed to the window; Rosie forgot her -toys, and did likewise; Jack and Alec both pressed for a view from -behind. - -“Me, me, me, me want to see!” screamed baby Alec from the back. - -Nurse lifted him into her arms; as she did so, she murmured under her -breath,— - -“God preserve us! I hope that awful boy isn’t bringing us anything bad.” - -Rosie heard the words, and felt a sudden sense of chill and anxiety; she -pressed her little hand into nurse’s, and longed more than ever to give -all the nicest toys to the new little boy. - -Just then the nursery door was opened, and Kate, the housemaid, -appeared, carrying the yellow envelope daintily between her finger and -thumb. - -“There, nurse,” she said, “it’s for you; and I hope, I’m sure, it’s no -ill-luck I’m bringing you.” - -“Oh, sake’s alive!” said nurse. “Children, dears, let me sit down. That -awful boy to bring it to me! Well, the will of the Lord must be done; -whatever’s inside this ugly thing? Miss Rosie, my dear, could you hunt -round somewhere for my spectacles?” - -It always took a long time to find nurse’s spectacles; and Rosie, after -a frantic search, in which she was joined by all the other nursery -children, discovered them at last at the bottom of Alec’s cot. She -rushed with them to the old woman, who put them on her nose, and began -deliberately to read the contents of her telegram. - -The children stood round her as she did so. They were all breathless and -excited; and Rosie looked absolutely white from anxiety. - -“Well, my dears,” said nurse at last, when she had spelt through the -words, “it ain’t exactly a trouble; far from me to say that; but all the -same, it’s mighty contrary, and a new child coming here, and all.” - -“What is it, nurse?” said Harry. “_Do_ tell us what it’s all about.” - -“It’s my daughter, dears,” said nurse; “she’ll be in London to-morrow, -on her way back to America.” - -“Oh, nurse!” said Rosie, “not your daughter Ann?” - -[Illustration] - -“The same, my love; she that has eight children, and four of them with -carrotty hair. She wants me to go up to London, to see her to-morrow; -that’s the news the telegraph boy has brought, Miss Rosie. My daughter -Ann says, ‘Mother, meet me to-morrow at aunt’s, at two o’clock.’ Well, -well, it’s mighty contrary; and that new child coming, and all!” - -“But you’ll have to go, nurse. It would be dreadful for your daughter -Ann not to see you again.” - -“Yes, dear, that’s all very fine; but what’s to become of all you -children? How is this blessed baby to get on without his old Nan?” - -“Oh, nurse, you _must_ go! It would be so cruel if you didn’t,” -exclaimed Rosie. - -Nurse sat thinking hard for a minute or two; then saying she would go -and consult her mistress, she left the room. - -The upshot of all this was, that at an early hour the following morning -nurse started for London, and a girl, of the name of Patience, from the -village, came up to take her place in the nursery. - -Mrs. Rogers was particularly busy during these days. She had some -friends staying with her, and in addition to this her eldest daughter, -Ethel, was ill, and took up a good deal of her mother’s time; in -consequence of these things the nursery children were left entirely to -the tender mercies of Patience. - -Not that that mattered much, for they were independent children, and -always found their own amusements. The first day of nurse’s absence, -too, was fine, and they spent the greater part of it in the open air; -but the second day was wet—a hopelessly wet day—a dull day with a -drizzling fog, and no prospect whatever of clearing up. - -The morning’s post brought a letter from nurse to ask for further leave -of absence; and this, in itself, would have depressed the spirits of the -nursery children, for they were looking forward to a gay supper with -her, and a long talk about her daughter Ann, and all her London -adventures. - -[Illustration] - -But this was not the real trouble which pressed so heavily on Rosie’s -motherly heart; the real anxiety which made her little face look so -careworn was caused by the new baby, the little boy of two years old, -who had arrived late the night before, and now sat with a shadow on his -face, absolutely refusing to make friends with any one. - -He must have been a petted little boy at home, for he was beautifully -dressed, and his curly hair was nicely cared for, and his fair face had -a delicate peach bloom about it; but if he was petted, he was also, -perhaps, spoilt, for he certainly would not make advances to any of his -new comrades, nor exert himself to be agreeable, nor to overcome the -strangeness which was filling his baby mind. Had nurse been at home, she -would have known how to manage; she would have coaxed smiles from little -Fred, and taken him up in her arms, and “mothered” him a good bit. -Babies of two require a great lot of “mothering,” and it is surprising -what desolation fills their little souls when it is denied them. - -Fred cried while Patience was dressing him; he got almost into a passion -when she washed his face, and he sulked over his breakfast. Patience was -not at all the sort of girl to manage a child like Fred; she was rough -in every sense of the word; and when rough petting failed, she tried the -effect of rough scolding. - -“Come, baby, come, you _must_ eat your bread and milk. No nonsense now, -open your mouth and gobble it down. Come, come, I’ll slap you if you -don’t.” - -But baby Fred, though sorrowful, was not a coward; he pushed the bowl of -bread and milk away, upset its contents over the clean tablecloth, and -raised two sorrowful big eyes to the new nurse’s face. - -“Naughty dirl, do away,” he said; “Fred don’t ’ove ’oo. Fred won’t eat -bekfus’.” - -[Illustration] - -“Oh, Miss Rosie, what a handful he is!” said Patience. - -“Let me try him!” said Rosie; “I’ll make him eat something. Come Freddy -darling, you love Rosie, don’t you?” - -“No, I don’t,” said Fred. - -“Well, you’ll eat some breakfast; come now.” - -“I won’t eat none bekfus’—do away.” - -Rosie turned round and looked in a despairing way at her own three -brothers. - -“If only nurse were at home!” she said. - -“Master Fred,” said Patience, “if you won’t eat, you must get down from -the breakfast-table. I have got to clear up, you know.” - -She popped the little boy on the floor. He looked round in a bewildered -fashion. - -“Let’s have a very exciting kind of play, and perhaps he’ll join in,” -said Rosie, in a whisper. “Let’s play at kittens—that’s the loveliest of -all our games.” - -“Kittens” was by no means a quiet pastime. It consisted, indeed, in wild -romps on all-fours, each child assuming for the time the character of a -kitten, and jumping after balls of paper, which they caught in their -mouths. - -“It’s the happiest of all our games, and perhaps he’ll like it,” said -Rosie. - -“Patie,” said Alec, going up to the new nurse, “does ’oo know -_Tic-tac-too_?” - -“Of course I do, master Baby—a silly game that.” - -“I ’ike it,” said little Alec. - -He tripped across the nursery to the younger baby, and sat down by his -side. - -“Take off ’oo shoe,” he said. - -Fred was very tired of being cross and miserable. He could not say he -was too little to Alec, for Alec was scarcely bigger than himself. -Besides he understood about taking off his shoe. It was a performance he -particularly liked. He looked at Baby Alec, and obeyed him. - -“Take off ’oo other shoe,” said Alec. - -Fred did so. - -“Pull off ’oo ’tocks,” ordered the eldest baby. - -Fred absolutely chuckled as he tugged away at his white socks, and -revealed his pink toes. - -“Now, come to Patie.” - -Fred scrambled to his feet, and holding Alec’s hand, trotted down the -long nursery. - -“Patie,” said Alec, “take F’ed on ’our lap, and play _Tic-tac-too_ for -him?” - -[Illustration] - -Patience was busy sewing; she raised her eyes. Two smiling little -baby-boys were standing by her knee. Could this child, whose blue eyes -were full of sunshine, be the miserable little Fred? - -“Well, master Alec,” she said, kissing the older baby, “you’re a perfect -little darling. Well, I never! to think of you finding out a way to -please that poor child.” - -“Tic-tac-too!” said Fred, in a loud and vigorous voice. He was fast -getting over his shyness, and Alec’s game suited him to perfection. - -But the little stranger did _not_ like the game of kittens. He marched -in a fat, solid sort of way across the nursery, and sat down in a -corner, with his back to the company. Here he really looked a most -dismal little figure. The view of his back was heart-rending; his curly -head drooped slightly, forlornness was written all over his little -person. - -“What a little muff he is!” said Harry; “I’m glad I didn’t give my skin -horse to him.” - -“Oh, don’t,” said Rosie, “can’t you see he’s unhappy? I must go and -speak to him. Fred,” she said, going up to the child, “come and play -with Alec and me.” - -[Illustration] - -“No,” said Fred, “I’se too little to p’ay.” - -“But we’ll have such an easy play, Fred. _Do_ come; I wish you would.” - -“I’se too little,” answered Fred, shaking his head again. - -At that moment Rosie and her two elder brothers were called out of the -room to their morning lessons. Rosie’s heart ached as she went away. - -“Something must be done,” she said to herself. “That new little boy-baby -will get quite ill if we can’t think of something to please him soon.” - -She did not know that a very unexpected little deliverer was at hand. -The two babies were now alone in the nursery, and Patience, having -finished her tidying up, sat down to her sewing. - -Patience lifted him on her lap, popped him down with a bounce, kissed -him, and began,— - - “Tic, tac, too, - The little horse has lost his shoe, - Here a nail, and there a nail, - Here a nail, and there a nail, - Tic, tac, too!” - -When the other children returned to the nursery, they heard peals of -merry baby laughter; and this was the fashion in which a little boy won -his name. - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - X.—THE PASTURE FENCE. - -We used to play a great deal about the pasture fence. It was a high rail -fence and we used to take a little pole in both hands as a balancing -pole, and run along on the top. Carefully we balanced ourselves as we -ran! But finally we would tip first one way and then the other, and -then, with a little laughing scream, off we’d topple! - -Sometimes we would put a board through the fence and have a fine time at -“seesaw.” Up one of us would go, high in the air, and down would go the -other with a thud! - -We used to play that the pasture fence was a huge cupboard. Each rail -was a shelf. Many of those rail-shelves were loaded down with bits of -broken dishes, shining pebbles, bits of green moss that we called -“pincushions,” and white clam-shells full of strawberries, or -raspberries, or little dark juicy choke-cherries. The contents of the -clam-shells were for the birds. If we found a clam-shell lying on the -ground, we believed with all our little hearts that a little winged -creature had been fed from our cupboard. - -Sometimes we would carry on a thriving millinery store out at the -pasture fence. We would make queer little bonnets out of birch-bark. -Then we would sew wildflowers on the bonnets and lay them on the rails -of the fence for sale. Such a number of those funny little bonnets as -would be on exhibition on our rail-counters! - -One of the big upright posts of our rail fence was hollow a little way -down. One day we found on the ground a nest full of birdlings; one of -them was dead, and a little green snake had almost reached the nest. The -mother-bird was flying about crying pitifully. I snatched the nest away -and carried it O, so carefully to the pasture fence and put it down in -the hollow of the fence-post. Then we went a bit away and waited. Pretty -soon there was a little rush of wings; and soon the mother-bird settled -down in that hollow post just as cunning as could be. And that dear -little family staid in that hollow post until the baby-birds grew up and -flew away. - - _Percia V. White._ - - - - - LULU’S FIRST THANKSGIVING. - - -Lulu was six years old last spring. She came to make a visit at her -grandfather’s, and stayed until after Thanksgiving. - -[Illustration] - -Lulu had lived away down in Cuba ever since she was a year old. Her -cousins had written to her what a good time they had on Thanksgiving -Day; so she was very anxious to be at her grandfather’s at that time. -They do not have a Thanksgiving Day down in Cuba. That is how Lulu did -not have one until she was six years old. - -She could hardly wait for the day to come. Such a grand time as they did -have! Lulu did not know she had so many cousins until they came to spend -the day at her grandfather’s. It did not take them long to get -acquainted. Before time for dinner they felt as if they had always known -each other. - -[Illustration] - -The dinner was the grand event of the day. Lulu had never seen so long a -table except at a hotel, nor some of the vegetables and kinds of pie. - -Lulu had never tasted turkey before. Her grandmother would not have one -cooked until then, so she could say that she had eaten her first piece -of turkey on Thanksgiving Day. - -After dinner they played all kinds of games. All the uncles and aunts -and grown-up cousins played blind-man’s-buff with them. - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - XI.—OUR RAINY-DAY PLAYHOUSE. - -We had a number of rainy-day playhouses. When it did not rain very hard, -Myra and I would scamper out to our little playhouse made of boards, and -listen to the patter of the drops. - -It was not a very costly playhouse. It was built in a corner made by the -shed and the orchard fence. One side of our playhouse was the shed. -Another side was the fence; this open side we used to call our -bay-window. A creeping hop vine twined around the rough fence-boards and -made a green lace curtain for our bay-window. The third side was made of -boards. Across this side stretched the wide board seat, which was the -only furniture of our playhouse. The fourth, or front side of the -playhouse consisted mostly of a “double-door,” of which we were very -proud. This double-door was two large green blinds. Did not we feel like -truly little housekeepers when we fastened those two blinds together -with a snap! - -When the rain came down in gentle showers we used to go out to the -little playhouse and have a concert. First Myra would step up on to that -wide board seat and recite a little piece. Then I would step up on to -the seat and sing a little song. Perhaps while I was singing a robin in -the orchard would begin to sing, O, so loud and sweet that all the -orchard just rang with that sweet music! We would stop our concert and -listen to the robin. When he had finished, we used to clap our little -hands. And all the time the rain kept up a fairy “tinkle, tinkle,” as if -some one was keeping time for us on a tiny piano. - -Spat-t! Spat-t! would come the little drops through a tiny hole in the -roof of our little house. We used to hold our faces up towards that -little leak in the roof. Oftentimes a drop would strike us fairly on the -tip of our small noses! Then how we would laugh! - -Sometimes we would take hold of hands and repeat together, over and over -again: “Rain, rain, go away, come again, another day!” - -And if we said those words long enough, the rain would go away! - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: THE RAINY-DAY PLAYHOUSE.] - - - - - “HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.” - - - XII.—THE WHOLE WHITE WORLD. - -In winter we played everywhere! The whole white world was a lovely -playground! We had no skates, but we wore very thick-soled boots that -took the place of skates very well. At least we thought so, and that was -all we needed to make us contented. When the little pond was frozen -over, we would take a quick run down its snowy banks and then we would -skim clear across that little pond’s frozen surface just as swift as a -bird would skim through the air. - -Sometimes a thick frost would come in the night-time. The next morning a -fine blue haze would be in the air and everything would be clothed in -soft white frost-furs. As the sun rose higher and higher we would watch -to see the trees and bushes grow warm in the sunshine and throw off -their furs. Then we would try and catch those soft furs as they fell. -But if caught they melted quickly away. - -If the surface of the snow hardened enough so that we could walk on the -crust without breaking through, our happiness was complete. High hills -were all about us, and it seemed to us as if every shining hill would -say if it could, “Come and slide!” - -And O, the happy hours that we have had with our clumsy old sled! Away -we would go, the wind stinging our faces until crimson roses blossomed -in our cheeks, and the shining crust snapping and creaking under our -sled, and the hill flying away behind us! - -If a damp clinging snow came, it made lovely snowballs; and it was such -fun to catch hold of the long clothes-lines and shake them and see -little clumps of snow hop like rabbits from the line into the air. - -And if instead of warmth, and great damp feathery snowflakes, there came -a bitter wind and an icy sleet that froze as it fell—what then? Never -mind! Sunrise would set the whole world a-sparkle. Every tree and bush -would be gay with splendid ice-jewels! And in the great shining ice -palace, we could run and laugh and shout, watching the ice-jewels loosen -and fall, all day long. - - _Percia V. White._ - -[Illustration: “AWAY WE WOULD GO!”] - - - - -[Illustration] - - _GRAN’MA GRACIE._ - - -It was Uncle George who called her “Gran’ma” when she was only six, and -by the time she was seven everybody had taken to the name, and she -answered to it as a matter of course. - -Why did he call her so? Because she was such a prim, staid, serious, -little old-fashioned body, and consequently her mother laughingly took -to dressing her in an old-fashioned way, so that at last, whether she -was out in the grounds, or round by the stables with Grant, in her -figured pink dress, red sash, long gloves, and sun-bonnet, looking after -her pets, or indoors of an evening, in her yellow brocade, muslin -apron—with pockets, of course, and quaint mob cap tied up with its -ribbon—she always looked serious and grandmotherly. - -“It is her nature to,” Uncle George said, quoting from “Let dogs -delight;” and when he laughed at her, Gran’ma used to look at him -wonderingly in the most quaint way, and then put her hand in his, and -ask him to take her for a walk. - -Gran’ma lived in a roomy old house with a delightful garden, surrounded -by a very high red-brick wall that was covered in the spring with white -blossoms, and in the autumn with peaches with red cheeks that laughed at -her and imitated hers; purple plums covered with bloom, and other plums -that looked like drops of gold among the green leaves; and these used to -get so ripe and juicy in the hot sun, that they would crack and peer out -at her as if asking to be eaten before they fell down and wasted their -rich honey juice on the ground. Then there were great lumbering looking -pears which worried John, the gardener, because they grew so heavy that -they tore the nails out of the walls, and had to be fastened up -again—old John giving Gran’ma the shreds to hold while he went up the -ladder with his hammer, and a nail in his mouth. - -That garden was Gran’ma’s world, it was so big; and on fine mornings she -could be seen seriously wandering about with Dinnywinkle, her little -sister, up this way, down that, under the apple-trees, along the -gooseberry and currant alleys, teaching her and Grant that it was not -proper to go on the beds when there were plenty of paths, and somehow -Dinnywinkle, who was always bubbling over with fun, did as the serious -little thing told her in the most obedient of ways, and helped her to -scold Grant, who was much harder to teach. - -[Illustration] - -For Grant, whose papa was a setter, and mamma a very lady-like -retriever, always had ideas in his head that there were wild beasts -hiding in the big garden, and as soon as his collar was unfastened, and -he was taken down the grounds for a run, he seemed to run mad. His ears -went up, his tail began to wave, and he dashed about frantically to hunt -for those imaginary wild beasts. He barked till he was hoarse sometimes, -when after a good deal of rushing about he made a discovery, and would -then look up triumphantly at Gran’ma, and point at his find with his -nose, till she came up to see what he had discovered. One time it would -be a snail, at another a dead mouse killed by the cat, and not eaten -because it was a shrew. Upon one occasion, when the children ran up, it -was to find the dog half wild as he barked to them to come and see what -he was holding down under his paw,—this proving to be an unfortunate -frog which uttered a dismal squeal from time to time till Gran’ma set it -at liberty, so that it could make long hops into a bed of ivy, where it -lived happily long afterwards, to sit there on soft wet nights under a -big leaf like an umbrella, and softly whistle the frog song which ends -every now and then in a croak. - -Grant was always obedient when he was caught, and then he would walk -steadily along between Gran’ma and Dinny, each holding one of his long -silky ears, with the prisoner making no effort to escape. - -But the job was to catch him; and on these occasions Gran’ma used to run -and run fast, while Dinny ran in another direction to cut Grant off. - -[Illustration] - -And a pretty chase he led them, letting them get close up, and then -giving a joyous bark and leaping sidewise, to dash off in quite a fresh -direction. Here he would perhaps hide, crouching down under one of the -shrubs, ready to pounce out on his pursuers, and then dash away again, -showing his teeth as if he were laughing, and in his frantic delight -waltzing round and round after his tail. Then away he would bound on to -the closely shaven lawn, throw himself down, roll over and over, and set -Dinny laughing and clapping her hands to see him play one of his -favorite tricks, which was to lay his nose down close to the grass, -first on one side and then on the other, pushing it along as if it was a -plough, till he sprang up and stood barking and wagging his tail, as -much as to say, “What do you think of that for a game?” ending by -running helter-skelter after a blackbird which flew away, crying -“Chink—chink—chink.” - -That was a famous old wilderness of a place, with great stables and -out-houses, where there was bright golden straw, and delicious -sweet-scented hay, and in one place a large bin with a lid, and -half-full of oats, with which Gran’ma used to fill a little -cross-handled basket. - -“Now, Grant,” she cried, as she shut down the lid, after refusing to let -Dinny stand in the bin and pour oats over her head and down her -back—“Now, Grant!” - -“Wuph!” said Grant, and he took hold of the basket in his teeth, and -trotted on with it before her round the corner, to stop before the -hutches that stood outside in the sun. - -Here, if Dinny was what Gran’ma called “a good girl,” she had a treat. -For this was where the rabbits lived. - -Old Brownsmith sent those rabbits, hutch and all, as a present for -Gran’ma, one day when John went to the market garden with his barrow to -fetch what he called some “plarnts;” and when he came back with the -barred hutch, and set the barrow down in the walk, mamma went out with -Gran’ma and Dinny, to look at them, and Grant came up growling, sniffed -all round the hutch before giving a long loud bark, which, being put -into plain English, meant, “Open the door, and I’ll kill all the lot.” - -“I don’t know what to say, John,” said mamma, shaking her head. “It is -very kind of Mr. Brownsmith, but I don’t think your master will like the -children to keep them, for fear they should be neglected and die.” - -“’Gleckted?” said old John, rubbing one ear. “What! little miss here -’gleck ’em? Not she. You’ll feed them rabbuds reg’lar, miss, wontcher?” - -Gran’ma said she would, and the hutch was wheeled round by the stables, -Grant following and looking very much puzzled, for though he never -hunted the cats now, rabbits did seem the right things to kill. - -But Gran’ma soon taught him better, and he became the best of friends -with Brown Downie and her two children, Bunny and White Paws. - -In fact, one day there was a scene, for Cook rushed into the schoolroom -during lesson time, out of breath with excitement. - -“Please’m, I went down the garden, ’m, to get some parsley, and that -horrid dog’s hunting the rabbits, and killing ’em.” - -There was a cry from both children, and Gran’ma rushed out and round to -the stables, to find the hutch door unfastened, and the rabbits gone, -while, as she turned back to the house with the tears running down her -cheeks, who should come trotting up but Grant, with his ears cocked, and -Bunny hanging from his jaws as if dead. - -Gran’ma uttered a cry; and as Mamma came up with Dinny, the dog set the -little rabbit down, looked up and barked, and Bunny began loping off to -nibble the flowers, not a bit the worse, while Grant ran and turned him -back with his nose, for Gran’ma to catch the little thing up in her -arms. - -Grant barked excitedly, and ran down the garden again, the whole party -following, and in five minutes he had caught White Paw. - -Dinny had the carrying of this truant, and with another bark, Grant -dashed in among the gooseberry bushes, where there was a great deal of -rustling, a glimpse of something brown, and then of a white cottony -tail. Then in spite of poor Grant getting his nose pricked with the -thorns, Brown Downie was caught and held by her ears till mamma lifted -her up, and she was carried in triumph back, Grant trotting on before, -and leading the way to the stable-yard and the hutch, turning round -every now and then to bark. - -The rabbits did not get out again, and every morning and evening they -were fed as regularly as Gran’ma fed herself. - -On reaching the hutch, Grant set the basket down, leaving the handle -rather wet, though he could easily have wiped it with his ears, and then -he sat down in a dreamy way, half closing his eyes and possibly thinking -about wild rabbits on heaths where he could hunt them through furze -bushes, while Gran’ma in the most serious way possible opened the hutch -door. - -[Illustration] - -There was no difficulty about catching White Paw, for he was ready -enough to thrust his nose into his little mistress’s hand, and be lifted -out by his ears, and held for Dinny to stroke. - -“Now let me take him,” she cried. - -“No, my dear, you are too young yet,” said Gran’ma; and Dinny had to be -content with smoothing down White Paw’s soft brown fur, as it nestled up -against its mistress’s breast, till it was put back kicking, and -evidently longing to escape from its wooden-barred prison, even if it -was to be hunted by Grant. - -Then Bunny had his turn, and was duly lifted out and smoothed; after -which, Brown Downie, who was too heavy to lift, gave the floor of the -hutch a sharp rap with one foot, making Grant lift his ear and utter a -deep sigh. - -“No,” he must have thought; “it’s very tempting, but I must not seize -her by the back and give her a shake.” - -Then the trough was filled with oats, the door fastened, and the girls -looked on as three noses were twitched and screwed about, and a low -munching sound arose. - -Three rabbits and a dog! Enough pets for any girl, my reader; but -Gran’ma had another—Buzz, a round, soft-furred kitten with about as much -fun in it as could be squeezed into so small a body. But Buzz had a -temper, possibly soured by jealousy of Grant, whom he utterly detested. - -Buzz’s idea of life was to be always chasing something,—his tail, a -shadow, the corner of the table-cover, or his mistress’s dress. He liked -to climb, too, on to tables, up the legs, into the coal-scuttle, behind -the sideboard, and above all, up the curtains, so as to turn the -looped-up part into a hammock, and sleep there for hours. Anywhere -forbidden to a respectable kitten was Buzz’s favorite spot, and -especially inside the fender, where the blue tiles at the back reflected -the warmth of the fire, and the brown tiles of the hearth were so bright -that he could see other kittens in them, and play with them, dabbing at -them with his velvet paw. - -Buzz had been dragged out from that forbidden ground by his hind leg, -and by the loose skin at the back of his neck, and he had been punished -again and again, but still he would go, and strange to say, he took a -fancy to rub himself up against the upright brass dogs from the tip of -his nose to the end of his tail, and then repeat it on the other side. - -But Gran’ma’s pet did not trespass without suffering for it. Both his -whiskers were singed off close, and there was a brown, rough, -ill-smelling bit at the end of his tail where, in turning round, he had -swept it amongst the glowing cinders, giving him so much pain that he -uttered a loud “Mee-yow!” and bounded out of the room, looking up at -Gran’ma the while as if he believed that she had served him like that. - -[Illustration] - -In Gran’ma’s very small old-fashioned way, one of her regular duties was -to get papa’s blue cloth fur-lined slippers, and put them against the -fender to warm every night, ready for him when he came back tired from -London; and no sooner were those slippers set down to toast, than Buzz, -who had been watching attentively, went softly from his cushion where he -had been pretending to be asleep, but watching all the time with one -eye, and carefully packed himself in a slipper, thrusting his nose well -down, drawing his legs right under him, and snoozling up so compactly -that he exactly fitted it, and seemed part of a fur cushion made in the -shape of a shoe. - -But Buzz was not allowed to enjoy himself in that fashion for long. No -sooner did Gran’ma catch sight of what he had done than she got up, went -to the fireplace, gravely lifted the slipper, and poured Buzz out on to -the hearth-rug, replaced the slipper where it would warm, and went back, -to find, five minutes later, that the kitten had fitted himself into the -other slipper, with only his back visible, ready to be poured out again. -Then, in a half-sulky, cattish way, Buzz would go and seat himself on -his square cushion, and watch, while, to guard them from any more such -intrusions, Gran’ma picked up the slippers and held them to her breast -until such time as her father came home. - -Those were joyous times at the old house, till one day there was a -report spread in the village that little Gran’ma was ill. The doctor’s -carriage was seen every day at the gate, and then twice a day, and there -were sorrow and despair where all had been so happy. Dinny went alone -with Grant to feed the rabbits; and there were no more joyous rushes -round the garden, for the dog would lie down on the doorstep with his -head between his paws, and watch there all day, and listen for the quiet -little footstep that never came. Every day old John, the gardener, -brought up a bunch of flowers for the little child lying fevered and -weak, with nothing that would cool her burning head, and three anxious -faces were constantly gazing for the change that they prayed might come. - -For the place seemed no longer the same without those pattering feet. -Cook had been found crying in a chair in the kitchen; and when asked -why, she said it was because Grant had howled in the night, and she knew -now that dear little Gran’ma would never be seen walking so sedately -round the garden again. - -It was of no use to tell her that Grant had howled because he was -miserable at not seeing his little mistress: she said she knew better. - -“Don’t tell me,” she cried; “look at him.” And she pointed to where the -dog had just gone down to the gate, for a carriage had stopped, and the -dog, after meeting the doctor, walked up behind him to the house, waited -till he came out, and then walked down behind him to the gate, saw him -go, and came back to lie down in his old place on the step, with his -head between his paws. - -They said that they could not get Grant to eat, and it was quite true, -for the little hands which fed him were not there; and the house was -very mournful and still, even Dinny having ceased to shout and laugh, -for they told her she must be very quiet, because Gran’ma was so ill. - -From that hour Dinny went about the place like a mouse, and her favorite -place was on the step by Grant, who, after a time, took to laying his -head in her lap, and gazing up at her with his great brown eyes. - -And they said that Gran’ma knew no one now, but lay talking quickly -about losing the rabbits and about Dinny and Grant; and then there came -a day when she said nothing, but lay very still as if asleep. - -[Illustration] - -That night as the doctor was going, he said softly that he could do no -more, but that those who loved the little quiet child must pray to God -to spare her to them; and that night, too, while tears were falling -fast, and there seemed to be no hope, Grant, in his loneliness and -misery, did utter a long, low, mournful howl. - -But next morning, after a weary night, those who watched saw the bright -glow of returning day lighting up the eastern sky, and the sun had not -long risen before Gran’ma woke as if from a long sleep, looked up in her -mother’s eyes as if she knew her once more, and the great time of peril -was at an end. - -All through the worst no hands but her mother’s had touched her; but now -a nurse was brought in to help—a quiet, motherly, North-country woman -who one day stood at the door, and held up her hands in astonishment, -for she had been busy down-stairs for an hour, and now that she had -returned there was a great reception on the bed: Buzz was seated on the -pillow purring; the rabbits all three were playing at the bed being a -warren, and loping in and out from the valance; Grant was seated on a -chair with his head close up to his mistress’s breast; and Dinny was -reading aloud from a picture storybook like this, but the book was -upside down, and she invented all she said. - -“Bless the bairn! what does this mean?” cried nurse. - -It meant that Dinny had brought up all Gran’ma’s friends, and that the -poor child was rapidly getting well. - - - - -[Illustration] - - The Sunshine Corner - - -Miss Myrtle read to the children this afternoon an Account sent by her -married cousin, Mrs. Pingry. Mrs. Pingry wrote: “I spell it with a big -A, just for fun, because it is of so small a matter, but it was a -sunshiny matter for it caused some smiling, and it brought out real -kindness from several persons. - -“Mr. Pingry goes in on the 8.17 train and attends to his furnace the -last thing, allowing twelve minutes to reach the station. When about -half-way there, yesterday, it occurred to him that he forgot to shut the -drafts. Just then he met Jerry Snow, the man at the Binney place, and -asked him to please call round our way, and ask for Mrs. Pingry, and say -Mr. Pingry had left the drafts open. Jerry said he would after going to -the post-office, but Mr. Pingry, fearing Jerry might forget, called -hastily at the door of Madam Morey, an elderly woman who does plain -sewing, and said he forgot to shut the furnace drafts; if she should see -a boy passing would she ask him to call at our door, and ask for Mrs. -Pingry, and tell her? Madam said she would be on the lookout for a boy, -while doing her baking. - -“Now as Mr. Pingry was hurrying on, it came to him that he had not yet -made a sure thing of it, and at that moment he saw the woman who does -chore-work at the Binney’s, coming by a path across the field. He met -her at the fence, and asked if she would go around by our house and say -to Mrs. Pingry that Mr. Pingry had left the drafts all open. She agreed, -and Mr. Pingry ran to his train, a happy man. - -“Now Madam Morey felt anxious about the furnace, and stepped often to -the window, and at last spied a small boy with a sled, and finding he -knew where we live, told him Mr. Pingry went away and forgot to shut the -furnace drafts and wished to send back word, and would the boy coast -down that way and tell Mrs. Pingry? The boy promised, and coasted down -the hill. - -“Madam Morey still felt uneasy about the furnace, and not being sure the -boy would do the errand kept on the watch for another; and when the -banana-man stopped and made signs at her window ‘would she buy?’ she -wrote a few words on a bit of brown paper and went with him far enough -to point out the house and made signs, ‘would he leave the paper there?’ -He made signs ‘yes?’ and passed on. - -“Now at about half-past eight, our front doorbell rang and I heard a -call for me. I hurried down, and received the chore-woman’s message and -acted upon it at once. - -“Sometime afterwards, as I was in the back-chamber, I heard voices -outside and saw six or eight small boys trying to pull their sleds over -a fence, and wondered how they happened to be coasting in such a place. -Presently I heard a commotion on the other side and went to the front -windows. All the sleds were drawn up near the steps, and the small boys -were stamping around like an army come to take the house. Seeing me they -all shouted something at me. They seemed so terribly in earnest, and -came in such a strange way, that I flew down, sure something dreadful -had happened—perhaps Willy was drowned! and I began to tremble. At sight -of me at the door they all shouted again, but I did not understand. I -caught hold of the biggest boy and pulled him inside, and said to him, -in a low, tremulous voice, ‘Tell me! What is it?’ He answered, in a -bashful way, ‘Mr. Pingry said he left the drafts open.’ ‘Thank you all!’ -I said. - -“Next, the banana-man, bobbing his head, and making signs, though I -shook my head ‘no.’ Finally up came Bridget with a slip of brown paper -having written on it, but no name signed: ‘Your furnace drafts are -open.’ Such a shout as went up from us! - -“Grand company coming, I guess! exclaimed my sister, a short time -afterwards. Sure enough there stood a carriage and span. Jerry Snow, it -seems, forgot our furnace until he went to look at his own. He was then -just about to take Mrs. Binney out for an airing. He mentioned it to her -and she had him drive round with the message. - -“By this time we were ready to go off, explode, shout, giggle, at the -approach of any one; and when Madam Morey stepped up on our piazza we -bent ourselves double with laughter, and my sister went down upon the -floor all in a heap, saying, ‘Do—you—suppose—she—comes—for that?’ - -“Even so. She had worried, thinking the hot pipes might heat the -woodwork, and half-expected to hear the cry of ‘fire!’ and bells -ringing, and could not sit still in her chair, and in the goodness of -her heart she left her work and came all the way over! - -“Oh! we had fun with Mr. Pingry that evening. But now, my dear Miss -Myrtle, the funniest part of all was that Mr. Pingry did not forget to -shut the drafts!” - - _Miss Fillissy-Follissy._ - - - - - A SLUMBER SONG. - - -[Music] - - 1. Sleep, oh sleep, my lambs a-wea-ry! Shin-ing sun-beams all are o’er; - ’Tis the time when lit-tle children Sail a-way to slum-ber shore. - - 2. Glid-ing, glid-ing to the mu-sic Of a ten-der, tender lulla-by - Gent-ly drift the lads and lass-es When the stars come out on high. - - 3. Soft-ly to the swaying grass-es Fall the gracious drops of dew; - Yet more soft-ly at the gloaming Close the bairn-ies’ eyes of blue. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - - THE GROCER’S BOY. - - -Sammy Swattles wasn’t a bad boy, you understand; he was simply -thoughtless. He thoughtlessly did things which robbed him of peace of -mind for some time after he did them. - -When Sammy was ten years old he had to leave school, to go to work for -Mr. Greens, the grocer, in order to help support his mother. - -He did a great many things for the grocer, from seven o’clock in the -morning till six at night, but his principal work was to place large -paper bags on the scales and fill them with flour from the barrel. - -When the bag weighed twenty-three pounds, Sammy had to seal it up and -take it to the family it was ordered for. The grocer allowed him two -cents for every bag he carried, over and above his wages, which were -$2.50 per week. Some weeks Sammy made over $3.00 which helped his mother -to run their little house quite comfortably. - -Now, Sammy, in his thoughtlessness, used to sample quite a good deal of -the grocer’s preserved ginger. Every time he would pass the tin boxes of -ginger, he would thoughtlessly take a piece, and it would disappear in -the recesses of Sammy’s rosy mouth. - -One night, after he had locked up all but the front door of the store, -he helped himself to quite a large piece of the ginger, and walked home. - -He did not care for any supper that night. He felt as if bed was the -best place for his troubled little stomach. - -He hadn’t been in bed two minutes when a little fierce man, with a white -cloth round his black body and a huge grin on his ebony face, bounded -into his room. - -With a scream Sammy leaped out of bed and bounded out of the window. -With a yell the Indian was after him. Sammy flew down the road like a -runaway colt, the black man in his rear yelling like thunder and lions. -Sammy never ran so fast in his life, but the little black man gained on -him, and finally caught him! - -Sammy pleaded hard to be spared to his mother, but the little man grimly -took him by the collar, and with one leap landed him on the island of -Ceylon, in the Indian Ocean, at a place called Kandy. Then he led Sammy -out into the country, and blew a whistle. In an instant they were -surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of men, women and boys, all as black -as Sammy’s captor. Sammy cried: - -“What have I done! what have I done!” and they all cried: - -“You have taken the ginger that we have gathered by hard work, without -permission, and you are condemned to live here for the rest of your life -on ginger alone!” - -Then Sammy began to cry real hard, for he thought of his poor mother, -off there in Massachusetts, wondering day after day, “What has become of -my Sammy!” - -And then to be compelled to eat nothing but ginger all his life! It was -awful! He already hated ginger. He looked so woebegone that they all -cried: - -“If you will promise to be good, and think before you do things, we will -let you go! But if you don’t keep your promise we’ll get you again, and -then, look out!” - -So Sammy promised, and ran for home. But the black people seemed to -regret having let him off so easily, and they all came trooping after -him! - -You should have seen Sammy run! He went over through India, and across -Afghanistan, Persia and Turkey like a streak of lightning! He plunged -into the Mediterranean and swam across to Italy. From Italy he swam to -Spain; and across Spain, from Tarragona to Cape Finisterre, he ran like -the Rapids of the River St. Lawrence, the black people at his heels! - -He was almost exhausted as he dove off Cape Finisterre into the broad -Atlantic, and he would have sunk down deep, for fifteen or twenty miles, -if a friendly dolphin hadn’t come along and invited him to ride on its -shiny back! - -The black men gave up the chase then, and the dolphin swam over to -Massachusetts Bay, up Boston Harbor, to the Charles River, to the bridge -by Sammy’s home. There the dolphin said good-by, told Sammy to always be -a good boy, and then, with a flip of its tail, it rushed down the -river—and Sammy awoke! - -It had all been a dream, of course; but it cured Sammy of -thoughtlesness, and nobody ever had cause again to say that Sammy -Swattles wasn’t all a nice little boy should be. He told his employer -all about it, and his employer said: “Well, be a good boy, and never do -anything without thinking of whether it’s right or wrong to do it.” - - _John Ernest McCann._ - - - - - AN ABSENT-MINDED MAN. - - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - - He lit a candle for young Ted. - This absent minded man. - —Twas time to send the boy to bed— - But something else came in his head, - Some problem or some plan. - - ◼ - - His thoughts were miles and miles away, - But still the taper there, - While he was thinking, seemed to say, - “Bed! Bed! I’ll burn out if I stay!” - And scolded with its glare. - - ● - - And so he took Ted’s candle light - —Ted grinned, the little elf— - And bade, with manner most polite, - His son a very sweet good-night, - And went to bed himself. - - ◻ - - - - -[Illustration: Good King Grin. KING GRIN PRINCE LAUGH] - - Good King Grin. - - -[Illustration: THE JESTER.] - - There is a King in Nonsense Land - Whose castle, neither tall nor grand, - Is gaily perched upon a hill - Behind the town of Jolliville. - A spangled jester lets you in— - Whoever calls on good King Grin. - -[Illustration: “QUITE BALD.”] - - His height in feet is only four; - Around his waist is one foot more; - His mouth is wide; his eyes are twinkles - Half hidden in a net of wrinkles; - His beard is red; his hair is thin— - In fact, quite bald is good King Grin. - -[Illustration: PRINCESS GIGGLE.] - - His family—beneath the sun - You never saw a happier one: - The good Queen Smile, so fair to see; - Prince Laugh, the heir-apparent he; - And Princess Giggle’s baby din— - Is life and joy to good King Grin. - - Three ministers of state has he: - Prime Minister is Pleasantry; - In Foreign Matters, great and small, - Good-Nature ministers to all; - And Cheerfulness, when bills come in, - Is Treasurer to good King Grin. - -[Illustration: Ministers of State] - - His courser is a palfry stout, - And when the good king rides about, - The very babies crow for joy: - From peasant-man and peasant-boy, - From landed knight and all his kin, - Arise one cry: “Long live King Grin.” - -[Illustration: _Ralph Bergengren._] - - - - - _A Funny Twin Brother_ - - -Last sum-mer when we were in the coun-try hav-ing a hap-py ho-li-day, we -of-ten went in-to the hay-field, and you lit-tle ones may fan-cy the fun -we had. John-ny and Lil-ly rolled in the sweet fresh hay, and were -bu-ried and came up a-gain ma-ny and ma-ny a time; and just when we -thought there was not a bit of chub-by child to be seen, a round red -laugh-ing face would peep out, fol-lowed by a sort of wind-mill of arms -and legs. - -It was on a bright sum-mer’s day in that hay-field that we met Tim and -his lit-tle mis-tress. “Who was Tim?” you say. Well, Tim was a don-key, -and such a hap-py pet-ted don-key has sel-dom been seen be-fore. -Liz-zy—the lit-tle girl you see in the pic-ture—was the far-mer’s -daugh-ter, and as she led Tim round her fa-ther’s field, she picked up -the sweet hay and fed him with it. - -When Tim and lit-tle Liz-zy came near us, we all went up to pat the -don-key: then the lit-tle girl told us how good and gen-tle her Tim was. -“We are very luc-ky to have such a good don-key,” said she. - -“And I think he is luc-ky to have such a good lit-tle mis-tress,” said -I. - -“Oh, but he be-longs to us all,” an-swered the child, “and there are six -of us; we all feed and pet him. My father bought him when he was quite -lit-tle. He is five years old now; just the same age as my lit-tle -bro-ther Willy. So he is his Twin Bro-ther you see,” ad-ded Liz-zy -grave-ly. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] - - -[Illustration] - - SAM ON THE KITCHEN FUNNEL BLEW, - THE DINNER-BELL JANE RANG; - THE BELLOWS MADE A NICE GUITAR, - MIN PLAYED WHILE ALICE SANG. - - TOM CAME TO HEAR US, TABBY TOO, - WHO BROUGHT HER KITTENS THREE; - AND ALSO FLORA WITH HER PUP; - WE LET THEM ALL IN—FREE! - -[Illustration: _S Birch_] - - -[Illustration] - - TO - WEE PEOPLE - WHO MAKE HOME - HAPPY WITH ARTLESS - PRATTLE AND MERRY - PLAY, THIS BOOK IS - LOVINGLY - DEDICATED. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES - - - 1. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling. - 2. Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed. - 3. 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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<table style='min-width:0; padding:0; margin-left:0; border-collapse:collapse'> - <tr><td>Title:</td><td>Our Little Tot’s Own Book</td></tr> - <tr><td></td><td>of Pretty Pictures, Charming Stories, and Pleasing Rhymes and Jingles</td></tr> -</table> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Anonymous</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: May 17, 2021 [eBook #65368]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Richard Tonsing, Juliet Sutherland, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OUR LITTLE TOT’S OWN BOOK ***</div> - -<div class='tnotes covernote'> - -<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong></p> - -<p class='c000'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/illus001.jpg' alt=' “What do they say in Baby-land?” “Why, the oddest things; Might as well Try to tell What a birdie sings!”' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/illus002.jpg' alt=' BABY-LAND. “How many miles to Baby-land?” “Any one can tell; Up one flight, To your right: Please to ring the bell.” “What do they do in Baby-land?” “Dream and wake and play; Laugh and crow, Shout and grow: Happy times have they!”' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/illus005.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='titlepage'> - -<div> - <h1 class='c001'>OUR LITTLE TOT’S OWN BOOK<br /> <span class='small'>OF</span><br /> <span class='large'><i>Pretty Pictures, Charming Stories, and Pleasing Rhymes and Jingles</i>.</span></h1> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>NEW YORK:</div> - <div><span class='xlarge'>HURST & COMPANY,</span></div> - <div>PUBLISHERS.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='box'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='small'>Copyright, 1912</span></div> - <div><span class='small'>—BY—</span></div> - <div><span class='small'>HURST & COMPANY</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c005'><i><span class='small'>There was once a very happy little girl who spent her childhood on an old green farm. -She had a little sister, and these two children never knew what it was to possess toys from -the stores, but played, played, played from dawn till dark, just in the play-places they found -on that green farmstead. I so often have to tell my children “how mama used to play”—for -I was that very happy little girl—that I think other “little women” of these days will -enjoy knowing about those dear old simple play-times.</span></i></p> - -<h3 class='c006'>I.—THE LITTLE STUMP-HOUSE.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>One of my pet playhouses was an old stump, out in the pasture. -Such a dear, old stump as it was, and so large I could not put -my arms more than half way round it!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Some of its roots were partly bare of earth for quite a little distance -from the stump, and between these roots were great green -velvety moss cushions.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the side, above the largest moss cushion, was a little shelf where -a bit of the stump had fallen away. On this little shelf I used to -place a little old brass candlestick. I used to play that that part of -the stump was my parlor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Above the next moss cushion were a number of shelves where I laid -pieces of dark-blue broken china I had found and washed clean in the -brook. That was my dining-room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There were two or three little bedrooms where the puffy moss beds -were as soft as down. My rag dolly had many a nap on those little -green beds, all warmly covered up with big sweet-smelling ferns.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then there was the kitchen! Hardly any moss grew there. I -brought little white pebbles from the brook, and made a pretty, white -floor. Into the side of the stump above this shining floor, I drove a -large nail. On this nail hung the little tin pan and iron spoon with -which I used to mix up my mud pies.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My sister had a stump much like mine, and such fine times as the -owners of those two little stump-houses used to have together, only -little children know anything about.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id004'> -<img src='images/illus009.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>THE STUMP PLAY-HOUSE.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/illus010a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>THE STOLEN LITTLE ONE.<br /> <span class='large'>A TRUE STORY.</span></h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='figleft id006'> -<img src='images/illus010b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>Two little girls went shopping with their mamma. While she -was at the end of the store, Julie, the youngest, ran to the door. -Her mother was too busy to notice her, but Julie’s sister Mattie was -watching her. She saw -a tall woman pass the -door, and snatch up little -Julie. Without a word -to her mother, Mattie ran -after them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Away they went down -the street. The woman -would soon have outrun -Mattie, but her screams -attracted the attention of -a policeman. He followed -too. They came -up with the woman as she -was darting into a cellar. Mattie told the policeman that the bad -woman had stolen her sister Julie. He soon took both children -home. Their mother was overjoyed to see them, and praised Mattie -for being such a brave little girl. She never let Julie go out of her -sight again, when she took her out on the street.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'>PINK HUNTER.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>II.-THE OLD APPLE-TREE.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>There was an old apple-tree in the orchard that was the oldest -tree in the town. It overtopped the house, and the trunk was -very big and brown and rough; but O, the millions of fine green leaves, -as soft and smooth as silk, that it held up in the summer air!</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the spring it was gay with pink and white blossoms, and then -for days the tree would be all alive with the great, black-belted bees. -A little later those sweet blossoms would fall off in a rosy rain, and -Myra and I would stand under the old apple-tree and try to catch the -little, fluttering things in our apron! And then, later still, came little -apples, very sour at first, but slowly sweetening until it seemed to me -that those juicy, golden-green apples tasted the best of any fruit in all -the world! My apron-pockets were always bursting with them!</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a famous horse up in the old tree. It could only be -reached by means of a ladder placed against the old tree’s stout trunk! -A strange horse, you would call him, but O, the famous rides that I -have had on that horse’s broad, brown back! The name of the horse -was “General.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Up among the leaves where the sunshine played hide-and-seek was -one dear bough that was just broad enough and just crooked enough -to form a nice seat. Another bough bent round just in the very place -to form a most comfortable back to that seat. A pair of stirrups made -of rope, some rope reins tied to the trunk of the tree, and there was -my horse, “all saddled and all bridled!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I put my feet into the stirrups, shake my bridle-reins and cry, -“Get up, General!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The bough would sway a little, and I and the birds would be off -together, swinging and singing, up in a fair green world where there -was no one to disturb nest or little rider! The birds would sing to me, -and I would sing to them, and which of those little singers was the -happiest, I do not know!</p> - -<p class='c008'>But I do know that my little heart was full of glee and joy to the -brim!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id007'> -<img src='images/illus012.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>RIDING “GENERAL.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id008'> -<img src='images/illus013.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>SHE WISHED TO BE A PRINCESS.<br /> <span class='large'><i>A True Story.</i></span></h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>Little Mary had had a volume of Hans Andersen’s Fairy Stories -given her at Christmas. The story she liked best was “The -Princess and the Pea,” for, like all little girls, little Mary had a natural -desire to be a Princess.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When she went to bed at night with her doll little Mary would -think to herself, “Oh, how beautiful to be a real princess of such very -fine blood as to feel a little bit of a pea under twenty mattresses!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>One morning a comforting idea came to little Mary. “Who -knows,” she said to herself, “with all my very many great grandfathers -and grandmothers, but p’raps I am related to some King or -Queen way back?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Thereupon, she went to her mother’s pantry and took a bean from -the jar—as large a one as she could find—and, going to her room, -put it carefully under the hair mattress. That night she went to bed -happy, with joyful hopes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the morning little Mary’s elder sister found her with her head -buried in her pillow crying. “Oh,” little Mary sobbed, “I did think -I might have just a little speck of royal blood in my veins, but I -couldn’t feel even that big bean under just one mattress!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nothing would comfort little Mary until her mama explained to -her that even princesses were not happy unless they had good hearts; -and <i>she</i> could have, if she tried, just as good and royal a heart as any -Princess under the sun.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Anne Fiske Davenport.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>III.—THE LITTLE POND.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>Out in the pasture, was a little pond. This little pond was quite -deep in the time of the spring and autumn rains. At such -seasons Myra and I would take our little raft made of boards, and by -means of some stout sticks would push the raft around on that little -pond for hours. The wind would raise little waves, and these waves -would splash up against the sides of our little raft with a delicious sort -of noise.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We used to dress a smooth stick of wood in doll’s clothes. We -used to call this wooden dolly by the name of Mrs. Pippy. We would -take Mrs. Pippy on board our ship as passenger. Somehow, Mrs. -Pippy always contrived to fall overboard. And then, such screaming, -such frantic pushing of that raft as there would he, before that calmly-floating -Mrs. Pippy was rescued!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Just beyond the further edge of the pond was a little swampy -place where great clumps of sweet-flag used to grow. Sweet-flag is a -water-plant whose leaves are very long and slender and their stem-ends, -where they wrap about each other, are good to eat. In summer -this little sweet-flag swamp was perfectly dry. But when the rains -had come and the little pond was full, this little sweet-flag swamp was -covered with water.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Right between the pond and the swamp lay a big timber, stretching -away like a narrow bridge, with the pond-water lapping it on one -side and the swamp-water lapping it on the other. Such exciting times -as we used to have running across that little bridge after sweet-flag!</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Run! run!” we would cry to each other; and then, away we -would go, running like the wind, yet very carefully, for the least misstep -was sure to plump us into the water!</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the water in the swamp had nearly dried up, a bed of the -very nicest kind of mud was left. Taking off our shoes and stockings, -we would dance in that sticky mud until we were tired. Then we -would hop over the timber and wash our small toes clean in the pond.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'><i>Clever Tommy.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class='figleft id009'> -<img src='images/illus015.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>“You like clever cats, Arthur,” -said Laura; “and I -am sure this is one. See how -funnily he is drinking the -milk with his paw. Did you -know this cat, mamma?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, my dear, I was -staying at the house when -his mistress found him out. -We used to wonder sometimes -why there was so little -milk for tea, and my -friend would say ‘They -must drink it in the kitchen, -for the neck of the milk -jug is so narrow, Tom could -not get his great head in.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But Tom was too clever -to be troubled at the narrow -neck of the milk or cream -jug, and one day when his -mistress was coming towards the parlor through the garden, she saw Tom -on the table from the window, dipping his paw into the jug like a spoon -and carrying the milk to his mouth. Did he not jump down quickly, and -hide himself when she walked in, for he well knew he was doing wrong.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“And was he punished, mamma?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, Laura, although his mistress scolded him well, and Tom quite -understood, for cats who are kindly treated are afraid of angry words.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Did you ever see Tom drink the milk in this way?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, for his mistress was proud of his cleverness, and she would -place the jug on the floor for him. When she did that, Tom knew he -might drink it, and he would take up the milk in his paw so cleverly -that it was soon gone.”</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id010'> -<img src='images/illus016.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>FLOWERS.</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='c011'>H</span>ow stilly, yet how sweetly,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The little while they bloom,</div> - <div class='line'>They teach us quiet trustfulness,</div> - <div class='line'>Allure our hearts from selfishness,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And smile away our gloom:</div> - <div class='line'>So do they prove that heavenly love</div> - <div class='line in2'>Doth every path illume!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>How stilly, yet how sadly,</div> - <div class='line in2'>When summer fleeteth by,</div> - <div class='line'>And their sweet work of life is done,</div> - <div class='line'>They fall and wither, one by one,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And undistinguish’d lie:</div> - <div class='line'>So warning all that Pride must fall,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And fairest forms must die!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>How stilly, yet how surely,</div> - <div class='line in2'>They all will come again,</div> - <div class='line'>In life and glory multiplied,</div> - <div class='line'>To bless the ground wherein they died,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And long have darkly lain:—</div> - <div class='line'>So we may know, e’en here below,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Death has no lasting reign!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>IV.—THE LITTLE BROOK.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>We had a merry playmate in a little brook that ran down through -the sunny meadows! It slipped and slid over little mossy -pebbles and called to us, “Follow, follow, follow!” in the sweetest -little voice in the world!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes, I would kneel down on the little low bank, and bend my -head down close, and ask, “Where are you going, little brook?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>It would splash a cool drop of spray in my face, and run on calling, -“Follow, follow, follow!” just as before.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Wild strawberries grew red and sweet down in the tall grass, and -great purple violets, and tall buttercups nid-nodding in the wind.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Very often Myra and I would take off our shoes and stockings, and -wade. The roguish little brook would tickle my small toes, and try and -trip me up on one of its little mossy stones. Once I did slip and sat -right down in the water with a great splash! And the little brook -took all the starch out of my clothes, and ran off with it in a twinkling.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Now and then, I would fasten a bent pin to a string and tie the -string to the end of a stick and fish for the tiny minnows and tadpoles. -But, somehow, I never caught one of the little darting things. I used -to believe the brook whispered them to keep away from that little -shining hook.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes, I would take a big white chip and load it with pebbles -or violets and send it down stream. The sly little brook would slip my -boat over one of its tiny waterfalls just as quick as it could! If my -little boat was loaded with pebbles, down would go my heavy cargo to -the bottom! But if it were loaded with violets, then a fleet of fairy -purple canoes would float on and on, and away out of sight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A great green frog with big, staring eyes watched from the side of -the brook. Now and then, he would say, “Ker-chug!” in a deep voice. -I used to ask him in good faith, what “ker-chug!” meant. But he -did not tell, and to this day I have not found out what “ker-chug” -means.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id011'> -<img src='images/illus018.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>“WILD STRAWBERRIES GREW RED AND SWEET DOWN IN THE TALL GRASS.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>V.—THE MEADOW-ROCKS.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>Another place where I played was out on the meadow-rocks. -Right down in a level spot in the meadow were three great -rocks. Each one of these rocks was as large as a dining-room table. -Right through this little flat place ran the brook I have told you about, -bubbling round our three great rocks.</p> - -<p class='c008'>0, what splendid playhouses those rocks were! We each owned -one. The third was owned by that wooden doll, Mrs. Pippy. In order -to get to either one of the houses you had to cross a little bridge that -spanned a tiny river. Also there were dear little steps up the sides of -the rocks which it was such a pleasure to go up and down.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the top of the rocks, which were almost as flat as the top of a -table, were little closely-clinging patches of moss that we called our -rugs. There were queer-shaped hollows in the tops of these rocks. -In one little moss-lined hollow I used to cradle my baby-doll. Another -hollow was my kitchen sink. I used to fill up my sink with bits of -broken dishes, turn on some water from the brook, and then such a -scrubbing as my dishes got!</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the rocks, kneeling down on the planks that formed our bridges, -we used to wash our dollies’ clothes. Then we would spread them on -the grass to dry. Didn’t we use to keep our babies clean and sweet!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Afterwards, pinning our short skirts up about us, we would wash -the floors of our little rock houses until they shone. When everything -was spick-and-span, we would unpin our skirts, pull down our -sleeves, rub our rosy cheeks with a mullein leaf to make them rosier, -and with a big burdock leaf tied on with a couple of strings for a bonnet -we would go calling on our lazy neighbor, Mrs. Pippy, and give -her a serious “talking-to.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Or, perhaps, we would call on each other and talk about the terrible -illnesses our poor children were suffering from. Or, perhaps, we -would go to market. The market consisted of a long row of raspberry -bushes along the meadow fence.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id004'> -<img src='images/illus020.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>WASHING-DAY AT THE ROCK-HOUSES.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id012'> -<img src='images/illus021.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>BUT WHEN TO-MORROW</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But when to-morrow, down the lane,</div> - <div class='line'>I walk among the flowers again,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Between the tall red hollyhocks,</div> - <div class='line'>Here I shall find you as before,</div> - <div class='line'>Asleep within your fastened door,—</div> - <div class='line in2'>My lazy four-o’clocks!</div> - <div class='line in20'><span class='fss'>MARGARET JOHNSON.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id013'> -<img src='images/illus022.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'><i>THE SNOW WITCH.</i></h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>There was skating on the ponds where the snow had been cleared; -there were icicles on the trees, nice blue, clear skies in the daytime, -cold, bright, wintry moonlight at night.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Lovely weather for Christmas holidays! But to one little five-year-old -man, nothing had seemed lovely this Christmas, though he was spending -it with his Father and Mother and his big sisters at Grandpapa’s -beautiful old country house, where everybody did all that could be done -to make Grandpapa’s guests happy. For poor little Roger was pining for -his elder brother, Lawson, whom he had not seen for more than four -months. Lawson was eight, and had been at school since Michaelmas, -and there he had caught a fever which had made it not safe for him to join -the rest of the family till the middle of January. But he was coming -to-morrow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Why, then, did Roger still look sad and gloomy?</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Stupid little boy!” said Mabel. “I’m sure we’ve tried to amuse -him. Why, Mamma let him sit up an hour later than usual last night, -to hear all those funny old fairy tales and legends Uncle Bob was -telling.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, and weren’t they fun?” answered Pansy. “I did shiver at -the witch ones, though, didn’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Poor little Roger! Pansy’s shivering was nothing to his! They had -all walked home from the vicarage, tempted by the clear, frosty moonlight -and the hard, dry ground; and trotting along, a little behind the others, a -strange thing had happened to the boy. Fancy—in the field by the Primrose -Lane, through the gateway, right in a bright band of moonlight, <i>he -had seen a witch</i>. Just such a witch as Uncle Bob had described—with -shadowy garments, and outstretched arms, and a queer-shaped head, on all -of which the icicles were sparkling, -just as Uncle Bob had said. -For it was a winter-witch he had -told the story about, whose dwelling -was up in the frozen northern -seas—“the Snow Witch” they -called her.</p> - -<div class='figleft id014'> -<img src='images/illus023.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Cold as it was, Roger was -in a bath of heat, his heart beating -wildly, his legs shaking, when he -overtook his sisters. And the -night that followed was full of -terrible dreams and starts and -misery, even though nurse and baby were next door, and he could see -the night-light through the chinks. If it had not been that Lawson was -coming—Lawson who never laughed at him or called him “stupid little -goose,” Lawson who listened to all his griefs—Roger could not have -borne it. For, strange to say, the little fellow told no one of his trouble; -he felt as if he could <i>only</i> tell Lawson.</p> - -<p class='c008'>No wonder he looked pale and sad and spiritless; there was still -another dreadful night to get through before Lawson came.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But things sometimes turn out better than our fears. Late that -afternoon, when nursery tea was over and bedtime not far off, there came -the sound of wheels and then a joyful hubbub. Lawson had come! Uncle -Bob had been passing near the school where he was, and had gone a little -out of his way to pick him up. Every one was delighted—oh, of them all, -<i>none</i> so thankful as Roger.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Though I wont tell him to-night,” decided the unselfish little -fellow, “not to spoil his first night. I sha’n’t mind when I know he’s in -his cot beside me.” And even when Lawson lovingly asked him if anything -was the matter, he kept to his resolution.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But he woke in the middle of the night from a terrible dream; -Lawson woke too, and then—out it all came.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I thought she was coming in at the window,” Roger ended. “If—if -you look out—it’s moonlight—I think <i>p’r’aps</i> you’ll see where she stands. -But no, no! Don’t, <i>don’t</i>! She might see you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>So Lawson agreed to wait till to-morrow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I have an idea,” said Lawson. “Roger, darling, go to sleep. <i>I’m</i> -here, and you can say your prayers again if you like.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Lawson was up very early next morning. And as soon as breakfast -was over he told Roger to come out with him. Down the Primrose Lane -they went, in spite of Roger’s trembling.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now, shut your eyes,” said Lawson, when they got to the gate. -He opened it, and led his brother through.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Look, now!” he said, with a merry laugh. And what do you -think Roger saw?</p> - -<div class='figright id015'> -<img src='images/illus024.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>An old scarecrow, forgotten since last year. There she stood, the -“Snow Witch,” an apron and ragged -shawl, two sticks for arms, a bit of -Grandpapa’s hat, to crown all—that -was the witch!</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Shake hands with her, -Roger,” said Lawson. And shake -hands they both did, till the old -scarecrow tumbled to pieces, never -more to frighten either birds or little -boys. “Dear Lawson,” said Roger, -lovingly, as he held up his little face -for a kiss. And happy, indeed, were -the rest of the Christmas holidays.</p> - -<p class='c008'>May they never love each -other less, these two; may they be -true brothers in manhood as they have been in their childish days!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>L. Molesworth.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'><i>THE THREE BLIND MICE.</i><br /> <span class='large'><i>THE STORY TOLD BY A BROWNIE.</i></span></h2> -</div> - -<div class='c005'> - <img class='drop-capi' src='images/illus025.jpg' width='300' alt='' /> -</div><p class='drop-capi_8'> -Well, first of all, I must tell you that I am a -Brownie, and although I am ever and ever so -old, I look as young to-day as I did when -I was but one year old. Well, it was about -seven hundred years ago, and I used to be a -great deal with some other Brownies, cousins of mine, visiting -at the same farm-houses as they did, and helping them -with their work. And it was in this way that I got to know -the Three Blind Mice,—Purrin, Furrin, and Tod.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Pretty, pleasant little fellows they were; and they -were not blind then,—far from it. They lived up in the loft of Dame -Marjoram’s room, over at Fiveoaks Farm.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such merry supper-parties as never were, I think, before or since, we -used to have then. We would think nothing of finishing a round of apple -and a walnut-shell full of honey between us, in one evening, to say nothing -of scraps of cheese-rind and the crumbs we stole from the birds. Purrin -had a most melodious voice, and could sing a good song, while Tod was -never at a loss for an amusing story. As to Furrin, he was almost as quaint -as our Mr. Puck, and, though perhaps it is not for <i>me</i> to say so, when those -in high places do encourage him, not one-tenth as mischievous.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When Angelina, the old stable cat, had kittens, he would get into all -sorts of out-of-the-way places, and imitate their squeaky little voices, so that -she was always on the fidget, thinking she must have mislaid one somewhere, -and never able to find it. For you see, as she could not count, she -never knew whether they were all beside her or no. Often he would coax -a whole hazel-nut out of Rudge, the Squirrel, who lived on the Hanger, just -above, and whom every one believed to be a miser. And then his Toasting-fork -Dance was so sprightly and graceful, it did your heart good to see -it. Ah, me! those days are gone, and Furrin is gone too; and the Moon, -when she looks through that chink in the barn roof, no longer sees us -feasting and making merry on the great beam.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And this is how they became blind:</p> - -<div class='figright id016'> -<img src='images/illus026.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>They were very fond of Gilliflower, Dame Marjoram’s little daughter, -and after the nurse had put her to bed, Furrin, Purrin, and Tod used to -creep up into her room, and read her some of the funny -little tales from Mouse-land till she went to sleep. She -would lie there with her eyes shut, and perhaps imagined -that it was her own thoughts that made her fancy -all about the fairy tales that came into her head; but -really it was the mice who read them to her, but in such -a low voice that Gilliflower never thought of opening -her eyes to see if any one was there. I must tell you -that the print in Mouse-land is <span class='xxsmall'>very, very small</span> and hard to -read. This did not matter so much during the long -Summer evenings, when there was plenty of light to -see to read by; but when the Winter came on, and the mice had only -the firelight to read by, then reading the small print began to tell its tale. -You know how bad it is for the eyesight to read any print by firelight, and -it must be very much worse when the print is very small; and so Furrin -would say to Purrin, “My eyes are getting quite dim, so now you must -read;” and before Purrin had read a page he would say the same thing to -Tod, and then Tod would try; but after a time their eyes became so dim -they couldn’t see at all, and so they had to invent stories to tell little Gilliflower; -so the poor little mice went quite blind, trying to amuse their little -girl friend.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I took what care of them I could; but their blindness was very sad -for them. No longer had Purrin the heart to sing or Furrin to dance and -jest. Only they would sit close together, each holding one of Tod’s hands, -and listening to his stories, for he kept his spirits best, and did all he could -to cheer the others. All the marketing fell to me then, and it gave me -plenty to do; for, poor souls, the only amusement left them was a dainty -morsel, now and then.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And, by and by, they became so tired of sitting still, when Tod had -exhausted all his stock of stories, that they got reckless, and would go -blundering about the house after Dame Marjoram, whom they knew by -the rustle of her silken -skirt, and the tapping of -her high-heeled shoes. -They all ran after her, -forgetting, that although -they could not see her, -still she could see them, -and trying to follow her -into her store-room, -where the almonds, and -raisins, and sugar, and -candied-peel were kept.</p> - -<div class='figleft id017'> -<img src='images/illus027a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='figright id018'> -<img src='images/illus027b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I told them she would get angry, and that harm would come of it; -but I think their unhappiness and dulness made them quite foolhardy, for -they still went on, getting under her feet, and well-nigh tripping her up; -clambering into the lard-pot before her very eyes; in short, doing a -thousand irritating and injudicious things day by day, until her patience was -quite worn out. And at last, when they scrambled on to the dinner-table, -thinking it to be the store-room shelf, and sat all in a row, quietly eating -out of Miss Gilliflower’s plate, Dame Marjoram, who had the carving-knife -in her hand, thought it high time for them to have a lesson in manners. -So, thinking the knife was turned blunt side downwards, she rapped them -smartly across their three tails. What -was her horror and their dismay, to find -them cut off quite cleanly. The little -tails lay still on the table, and the three -little mice, well-nigh crazed with terror -and pain, groped their way off the table -and out of the room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was returning from the cheese-room, -and met them crossing the great -hall.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Of course, I took in at a glance all that had occurred, and I must -say that I felt but little surprise, though much sorrow. I guided them to -our old haunt in the loft-roof and then sat down to prepare a Memorial -for Dame Marjoram, giving a full account of all that they had suffered for -the sake of her family.</p> - -<div class='figleft id019'> -<img src='images/illus028a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>This I placed on the top of the key-basket; -and while she was reading it, with my usual tact -I silently brought in Purrin, Furrin, and Tod, and -pushed them forward in front of her.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The tears stood in her eyes as she finished -reading my scroll, and from that time forth nothing -was too good for the Three Blind Mice. The good -wife even tried to make new tails for them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But they did not live long to enjoy their new happiness. The loss of -their sight, followed by the shock of having their tails cut off, was too much -for them. They never quite recovered, but died, all on the same day, -within the same hour, just a month afterward.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Their three little graves were made beneath the shadows of a -lavender bush in the garden.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes I go there to scatter a flower or two, and to shed a tear -to the memory of Purrin, Furrin, and Tod.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Helen J. Wood.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id020'> -<img src='images/illus028b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>VI—THE LILACS.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>There was a great clump of lilac bushes out by the garden wall. -These lilacs grew close together and made a thick hedge nearly -around a little plot of ground, where the grass grew so thick and -velvety that it was like a great green rug, and they bent their tall -heads over this little green plot, and so formed a lovely summer-house.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Here we used to sew for our dolls, and here we used to give tea-parties. -Raspberry shortcake was one of the dainties we used to have. -This is the way we made it: Take a nice clean raspberry leaf, heap -it with raspberries, and put another leaf on top. Eat at once.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In this lovely summer-house I used to keep school. I had a row -of bricks for scholars. Each brick had its own name. Two or three -of the bricks were nice and red and new. I named those new bricks -after my dearest little school-friends.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The rest of the bricks were either broken or blackened a little. -Those bricks were my naughty, idle scholars. I used to stand them -up in a row to learn their lessons. The first thing I knew those bad -bricks would all tumble down in a heap. Numbers of little lilac-switches -grew about my schoolhouse, and I fear I was a severe teacher.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the lilacs were in bloom, that dear little summer-house was -a very gay little place. The great, purple plumes would nod in every -little wind that blew. The air was full of sweetness. Butterflies -made the trees bright with their slowly-waving wings. There was a -drowsy hum of many bees. Sometimes we would catch hold of one -of the slender trunks of the lilac trees, and give it a smart shake. -Away would flash a bright cloud of butterflies, and a swarm of angry, -buzzing bees!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Pleasant Sabbath afternoons, we used to take our Sunday-school -books out under the lilacs to read. And as we read about good deeds -and unselfish lives, our own choir of birds would sing sweet hymns. -Then we would look up and smile, and say, “They have good singing -at the lilac church, don’t they?”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id021'> -<img src='images/illus030.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>I HAD A ROW OF BRICKS FOR SCHOLARS.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>EIGHT YEARS OLD.<br /> <span class='large'>THE SINGING-LESSON.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>A slender, liquid note,</div> - <div class='line in2'>Long-drawn and silver-sweet.</div> - <div class='line'>Obediently the little maid</div> - <div class='line'>Tries, timid still, and half afraid,</div> - <div class='line in2'>The lesson to repeat.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'>A breezy turn or two,</div> - <div class='line in18'>A blithe and bold refrain,</div> - <div class='line in16'>A ripple up and down the scale,</div> - <div class='line in16'>And still the learner does not fail</div> - <div class='line in18'>To echo soft the strain.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'>A burst of melody</div> - <div class='line in2'>Wild, rapturous, and long.</div> - <div class='line'>A thousand airy runs and trills</div> - <div class='line'>Like drops from overflowing rills,—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The vanquished pupil’s song</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'>Breaks into laughter sweet.</div> - <div class='line in18'>And does her master chide?</div> - <div class='line in16'>Nay; little Ethel’s music-room</div> - <div class='line in16'>Is mid the sunny garden’s bloom,</div> - <div class='line in18'>Her roof the branches wide.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in10'>With parted lips she stands</div> - <div class='line in10'>Among the flowers alone.</div> - <div class='line in8'>Her teacher—hark! again he sings!</div> - <div class='line in8'>A stir—a flash of startled wings—</div> - <div class='line in10'>The little bird has flown!</div> - <div class='line in40'><span class='fss'>MARGARET JOHNSON.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id022'> -<img src='images/illus032.jpg' alt='“One,| Two,| Buckle| My Shoe.” By Margaret Johnson' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>“One,<br /> Two,<br /> Buckle<br /> My Shoe.”</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Smile on me, Baby, my sweet,</div> - <div class='line'>As I kneel humbly here at your feet.</div> - <div class='line'>My Prince, with no crown for your head,</div> - <div class='line'>But your own sunny tresses instead.</div> - <div class='line'>And your lips and your eyes gravely sweet,</div> - <div class='line'>Smile down on me here at your feet,</div> - <div class='line in14'>Little one.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>VII.—THE SAND-BANK.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>That sand-bank in the pasture was one of the nicest of our playhouses. -There was neither dust nor dirt in it—nothing but -clean, fine sand, with now and then a pebble. It was not high, so there -was no danger of a great mass of sand falling down on us two children.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The sand-bank was not very far from the little brook. Myra and -I would carry pailful after pailful of water from the brook to it, until -we had moistened a large quantity of sand. Sometimes we would -cover our little bare feet with the cool, wet sand, packing it just as -close as we could. Then gently, O, so gently, we would pull our feet -out from under the sand. The little “five-toed caves” as we used to -call them, would show just as plain as could be, where our little feet -had been! We used to catch little toads and put them into those little -damp caves, but they would soon hop out.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We used to make the nicest pies and cakes and cookies out of that -lovely wet sand. We used to wish our sand-dainties were fit to eat!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Oftentimes, when we were tired of cooking, we would go to work -and lay out a wonderful garden with tiny flower-beds and winding -paths, out of that wet sand. Some of those flower-beds were star-shaped, -some were round as a wheel, and some were square. We -used to gather handfuls of wild-flowers and stick them down in, until -every tiny bed blossomed into pink and blue and white and gold!</p> - -<p class='c008'>We used to make sand-preserves out there. The time and the -patience that we used up in filling narrow-necked bottles with sand! -After a bottle was well-filled and shaken down, we would catch up -that bottle and run down to the brook. We would wash the outside -of that bottle until it shone like cut-glass, and then we would pack it -away in a hollow stump that we called our preserve-closet.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We used to play a game that we called “Hop-scotch” out in the old -sand-bank. In this game, you mark the sand off into rather large -squares. Then hopping along on one foot, you try with your toe to -push a pebble from one square into another.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id023'> -<img src='images/illus034.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>THE SAND-BANK GARDEN.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>VIII.—THE OLD PASTURE.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>I used to play a great deal out in the old pasture. It had a clump -of cradle-knolls in it. A cradle-knoll is a little mound of moss.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On these mossy little cradle-knolls, checkerberry leaves and berries -used to grow. How delicious those spicy young checkerberry leaves -tasted! And we hunted those red plums as a cat hunts a mouse!</p> - -<p class='c008'>The pasture had two or three well-beaten paths in it, that the -cows had made by their sober steady tramping back and forth from -the barnyard lane to the growth of little trees and bushes and tender -grass at the back. At sunset-time, two little barefooted girls would -“spat” along those cool smooth winding paths after those cows.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As long as we kept in the paths our little feet were all right. But -sometimes a clump of bright wild-flowers tempted us, and then two -sorry little girls with thistle-prickles in their feet would come limping -back. But out where the tender grasses grew there were no thistles, -and such fun as hide-and-seek used to be among the bushes!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes we could not find the cows very readily; and then we -would climb up on a smutty stump and call, “co’ boss! co’ boss!” until -the woods rang.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the spring, we would go a-maying out in the old pasture, and -O, such great handfuls of the sweet mayflower as we used to bring -home! Later on, we would gather great bunches of sweet-smelling -herbs that grew wild out there, and carry them home to hang up in -the shed-chamber and dry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If one of my schoolmates had been unkind to me, I would go out -into the old pasture, and there I would plan out for myself a lovely -future wherein I should be <i>very</i> rich and <i>very</i> good to the poor. And -my unkind schoolmate would be one of the humble receivers of my -gifts, and so it would come about that before I got through building -air-castles I would actually feel sorry for the poor schoolmate who -had ill-used me. And then home I would go, singing and skipping!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/illus036.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>“CO’ BOSS!! CO’ BOSS!”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>Little Mother Hubbard.</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div><a href="music/little_mother_hubbard.mp3" class="x-ebookmaker-drop">Listen</a></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id024'> -<a href='images/little_mother_hubbard.png'><img src='images/illus037.jpg' alt='Little Mother Hubbard. WORDS BY ALBERT H. HARDY. MUSIC BY T. CRAMPTON.' class='ig001' /></a> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>1. Lit-tle Mo-ther Hub-bard sat</div> - <div class='line'>In the park at play, With her gown and point-ed hat All of so-ber</div> - <div class='line'>gray. And she looked so wondrous wise That I scarce be-lieved my eyes;</div> - <div class='line'>And she looked so wondrous wise That I scarce believed my eyes.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>2. Pug no long-er frisked a-bout,</div> - <div class='line'>For he felt the loss Of his sup-per and his cake, So was tired and</div> - <div class='line'>cross. And this self-ish lit-tle pug Wished himself up-on his rug;</div> - <div class='line'>And this self-ish lit-tle pug Wished himself up-on his rug.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>3. Mo-ther Hub-bard hur-ried home,</div> - <div class='line'>Say-ing, “Mer-cy me! Pug shall have some frost-ed cake And a cup of</div> - <div class='line'>tea.” But the cake was eat-en up And the nurse had lost his cup;</div> - <div class='line'>But the cake was eat-en up, And the nurse had lost his cup.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figleft id025'> -<img src='images/illus038.jpg' alt='PILLOW·LAND' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>PILLOW·LAND</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in14'>GOOD-NIGHT.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>Suck-a-Thumb,</div> - <div class='line in12'>Bed-time’s come.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Dressed in white,</div> - <div class='line'>Shut eyes tight.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“Nighty, night!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>IX.—THE ELM-TREE.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>Out in one of the meadows was a big elm-tree. It was very tall, -and in summer it looked like a monster bunch of green plumes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It stood on the bank of our little brook. Right where the old elm -stood, the bank was quite high, six feet almost. The boughs on the -old tree grew very low. I would catch hold of one of those low-hanging -boughs. Then, I would give a little run and jump. Away -out over the bank and over the brook I would swing!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Oftentimes I would take my patchwork out under the old elm. -But soon the patchwork would be on the ground, forgotten, and an -idle little girl would be lying flat on the grass, with her hands clasped -under her head, looking up into the clear blue sky!</p> - -<p class='c008'>I used to make believe that the white clouds were my ships, coming -into harbor under full sail. And I used to make up fine names for -my ships, and O, such splendid cargoes as they would be loaded with, -all for me—their rich young owner—the idle dreamer in the grass!</p> - -<p class='c008'>O, it was such fun to lie there in the midst of funny daisies with -their high white collars, and buttercups with their yellow caps! The -roguish little winds would make them bend over and tickle the rosy -face of the little girl whom the birds and the brook had almost hushed -off to sleep. There would be a soft little touch on my forehead, and -then another on my chin, and yet others on my cheeks. Then I -would open my eyes and laugh at those funny little white and gold -heads, soberly wagging up and down. But once I was rather frightened -out under the old elm. I had been lying flat on my back for an -hour or two, when I was called. I half raised myself up and answered. -My hand was on the ground just where I had been lying. I felt -something squirming around my thumb. It was a tiny brown snake! -Of course, it was as harmless as a fly, but didn’t I spring to my feet!</p> - -<p class='c008'>When I had to recite a little piece in school or at a church concert, -I always used to rehearse that little piece out under the old elm, over -and over again.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id026'> -<img src='images/illus040.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>SWINGING ON THE ELM-TREE BOUGH.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'><i>Puggie in Disgrace.</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class='c005'> - <img class='drop-capi' src='images/illus041.jpg' width='64' alt='' /> -</div><p class='drop-capi_8'></p> -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='c011'>C</span>hild-ren, just look at this queer little Pug,</div> - <div class='line'>His small wrin-kled nose, his little black mug!</div> - <div class='line'>I fear he’s been naugh-ty at les-sons to-day,</div> - <div class='line'>And, like naugh-ty child-ren, he’s pun-ished this way.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He sits on the stool of re-pent-ance, you see;</div> - <div class='line'>Poor Pug-gie is gen-tle and meek as can be;</div> - <div class='line'>But when at his les-sons he just took a nap,</div> - <div class='line'>And that is the rea-son he wears the Fool’s cap.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His neck has an or-na-ment, not like his head,</div> - <div class='line'>But a beau-ti-ful lock-et and rib-bon in-stead;</div> - <div class='line'>So you see that to some one the dog-gie is dear,</div> - <div class='line'>Al-though they all tease him I very much fear.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>From Ho-race, the eld-est, to lit-tle Miss May,</div> - <div class='line'>All in-sist that Poor Pug-gie should join in their play;</div> - <div class='line'>Some-times they pet him, and some-times they tease,</div> - <div class='line'>But he bears it all pa-tient-ly, eager to please.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>He rolls his big eyes, or just heaves a sigh,</div> - <div class='line'>And thinks they’ll make up for it all by and by.</div> - <div class='line'>For Pug-gie is greed-y, and bears a great deal</div> - <div class='line'>For the sake of some cakes or a good heart-y meal.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>But though he <i>is</i> greed-y, his faults are but few,</div> - <div class='line'>He is lov-ing and hon-est, de-vo-ted and true.</div> - <div class='line'>If our two-foot-ed friends were as faith-ful as he</div> - <div class='line'>Ve-ry for-tu-nate peo-ple I think we should be.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id027'> -<img src='images/illus042.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'><i>TIC-TAC-TOO.</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>Tic-tac-too was a little boy; he was exactly three years old, and the -youngest in the family; so, of course, he was the king. His real name -was Alec; but he was always known in the household, and among his -wide circle of friends generally, as Tic-tac-too. There was a little story to -account for this, and it is that story which I am now going to tell.</p> - -<div class='figleft id028'> -<img src='images/illus043.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>There are very few children who do not know the funny old nursery rhyme -of “Tic-tac-too;” it is an old-fashioned rhyme, and in great vogue amongst -nurses. Of course Alec enjoyed it, and liked to have his toes pulled, and the -queer words said to him. But that is not the story; for it is one thing to like -a nursery rhyme very much, and another to be -called by the name of that rhyme, and nothing -else.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Now, please, listen to the story.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was no nicer house to live in than -Daisy Farm: it was old-fashioned and roomy; -there were heaps of small bedrooms -with low ceilings, and heaps -of long passages, and unexpected -turnings, and dear little cosey corners; -and there was a large nursery -made out of two or three of -the small rooms thrown together, -and this nursery had casement -windows, and from the windows -the daisies, which gave their name -to the farm, could be seen. They -came up in thousands upon thousands, -and no power of man and scythe combined could keep them down. -The mowing-machine only suppressed them for a day or two; up they started -anew in their snowy dresses, with their modest pink frills and bright yellow -edges.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Mr. Rogers, who owned Daisy Farm, objected to the flowers; but his -children delighted in them, and picked them in baskets-full, and made daisy-chains -to their hearts’ content. There were several children who lived in this -pleasant farmhouse, for Tic-tac-too had many brothers and sisters. The old-fashioned -nursery was all that a modern nursery should be; it had deep cupboards -for toys, and each child had his or her wide shelf to keep special -treasures on; and the window-ledges were cosey places to curl up in on wet -days, when the rain beat outside, and the wind sighed, and -even the daisies looked as if they did not like to be washed -so much.</p> - -<div class='figright id029'> -<img src='images/illus044a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Some of the children at Daisy Farm were old enough to -have governesses and masters, to have a schoolroom for -themselves, and, in short, to have very little to say to the -nursery; but still there were four nursery little ones; and one -day mother electrified the children by telling them that -another little boy was coming to pay them a visit.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“He is coming to-morrow,” said mother; “he is a year -younger than Alec here, but his mother has asked us to take -care of him. You must all be kind to the little baby -stranger, children, and try your very best to make him feel at -home. Poor little man, I trust he will be happy with us.”</p> - -<div class='figleft id030'> -<img src='images/illus044b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Mother sighed as she spoke; and when she did this, Rosie, the eldest -nursery child, looked up at her quickly. Rosie had dark gray eyes, and a very -sympathetic face; she was the kind of child who -felt everybody’s troubles, and nurse said she did -this far more than was good for her.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The moment her mother left the room, Rosie -ran up to her nurse, and spoke eagerly—</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Why did mother sigh when she said a new -little boy was coming here, nursie?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, my love, how can I tell? People sigh -most likely from habit, and from no reason whatever. -There’s nothing to fret anybody in a sigh, -Miss Rosie.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But mother doesn’t sigh from habit,” answered Rosie; “I expect there’s -going to be something sad about the new little boy, and I wonder what it is. -Harry, shall we collect some of our very nicest toys to have ready for the poor -little new boy?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Harry was six; he had a determined face, and was not so generous as -Rosie.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I’ll not give away my skin-horse,” he said, “so you needn’t think it, nor -my white dog with the joints; there are some broken things down in that -corner that he can have. But I don’t see why a new baby should have my -best toys. Gee-up, Alec! you’re a horse, you know, and I’m going to race -you from one end of the nursery to the other—now trot!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fat little curly-headed Alec started off good-humoredly, and Rosie surveyed -her own shelf to see which toys would most distract the attention of -the little stranger.</p> - -<p class='c008'>She was standing on a hassock, and counting her treasures over carefully, -when she was startled by a loud exclamation from nurse.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Mercy me! If that ain’t the telegraph boy coming up the drive!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nurse was old-fashioned enough still to regard telegrams with apprehension. -She often said she could never look at one of those awful yellow -envelopes, without her heart jumping into her mouth; and these fears she had, -to a certain extent, infected the children with.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Harry dropped Alec’s reins, and rushed to the window; Rosie forgot -her toys, and did likewise; Jack and Alec both pressed for a view from -behind.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Me, me, me, me want to see!” screamed baby Alec from the back.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nurse lifted him into her arms; as she did so, she murmured under her -breath,—</p> - -<p class='c008'>“God preserve us! I hope that awful boy isn’t bringing us anything bad.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Rosie heard the words, and felt a sudden sense of chill and anxiety; she -pressed her little hand into nurse’s, and longed more than ever to give all the -nicest toys to the new little boy.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Just then the nursery door was opened, and Kate, the housemaid, appeared, -carrying the yellow envelope daintily between her finger and thumb.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“There, nurse,” she said, “it’s for you; and I hope, I’m sure, it’s no ill-luck -I’m bringing you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, sake’s alive!” said nurse. “Children, dears, let me sit down. -That awful boy to bring it to me! Well, the will of the Lord must be done; -whatever’s inside this ugly thing? Miss Rosie, my dear, could you hunt -round somewhere for my spectacles?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>It always took a long time to find nurse’s spectacles; and Rosie, after -a frantic search, in which she was joined by all the other nursery children, -discovered them at last at the bottom of Alec’s cot. She rushed with them -to the old woman, who put them on her nose, and began deliberately to read -the contents of her telegram.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The children stood round her as she did so. They were all breathless -and excited; and Rosie looked absolutely white from anxiety.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, my dears,” said nurse at last, when she had spelt through the -words, “it ain’t exactly a trouble; far from me to say that; but all the same, -it’s mighty contrary, and a new child coming here, and all.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What is it, nurse?” said Harry. “<i>Do</i> tell us what it’s all about.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It’s my daughter, dears,” said nurse; “she’ll be in London to-morrow, on -her way back to America.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, nurse!” said Rosie, “not your daughter Ann?”</p> - -<div class='figright id031'> -<img src='images/illus046.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“The same, my love; she that has eight children, and four of them with -carrotty hair. She wants me to go up to London, -to see her to-morrow; that’s the news the -telegraph boy has brought, Miss Rosie. My -daughter Ann says, ‘Mother, meet me to-morrow -at aunt’s, at two o’clock.’ Well, well, it’s mighty -contrary; and that new child coming, and all!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But you’ll have to go, nurse. It would be -dreadful for your daughter Ann not to see you again.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yes, dear, that’s all very fine; but what’s to become -of all you children? How is this blessed baby to get on -without his old Nan?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, nurse, you <i>must</i> go! It would be so cruel if -you didn’t,” exclaimed Rosie.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Nurse sat thinking hard for a minute or two; then saying she would go -and consult her mistress, she left the room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The upshot of all this was, that at an early hour the following morning -nurse started for London, and a girl, of the name of Patience, from the village, -came up to take her place in the nursery.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Mrs. Rogers was particularly busy during these days. She had some -friends staying with her, and in addition to this her eldest daughter, Ethel, -was ill, and took up a good deal of her mother’s time; in consequence of -these things the nursery children were left entirely to the tender mercies of -Patience.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Not that that mattered much, for they were independent children, and -always found their own amusements. The first day of nurse’s absence, too, -was fine, and they spent the greater part of it in the open air; but the second -day was wet—a hopelessly wet day—a dull day with a drizzling fog, and no -prospect whatever of clearing up.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The morning’s post brought a letter from nurse to ask for further leave of -absence; and this, in itself, would have depressed the spirits of the nursery -children, for they were looking forward to a gay supper with her, and a -long talk about her daughter Ann, and all her London adventures.</p> - -<div class='figleft id032'> -<img src='images/illus047.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>But this was not the real -trouble which pressed so heavily -on Rosie’s motherly heart; the -real anxiety which made her little -face look so careworn was caused -by the new baby, the little boy of -two years old, who had arrived -late the night before, and now sat -with a shadow on his face, absolutely -refusing to make friends -with any one.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He must have been a petted -little boy at home, for he was -beautifully dressed, and his curly -hair was nicely cared for, and his -fair face had a delicate peach -bloom about it; but if he was -petted, he was also, perhaps, -spoilt, for he certainly would not -make advances to any of his new -comrades, nor exert himself to be agreeable, nor to overcome the strangeness -which was filling his baby mind. Had nurse been at home, she would have -known how to manage; she would have coaxed smiles from little Fred, and -taken him up in her arms, and “mothered” him a good bit. Babies of two -require a great lot of “mothering,” and it is surprising what desolation fills -their little souls when it is denied them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fred cried while Patience was dressing him; he got almost into a passion -when she washed his face, and he sulked over his breakfast. Patience was -not at all the sort of girl to manage a child like Fred; she was rough in every -sense of the word; and when rough petting failed, she tried the effect of -rough scolding.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Come, baby, come, you <i>must</i> eat your bread and milk. No nonsense -now, open your mouth and gobble it down. Come, come, I’ll slap you if you -don’t.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>But baby Fred, though sorrowful, was not a coward; he pushed the bowl -of bread and milk away, upset its contents over the clean tablecloth, and -raised two sorrowful big eyes to the new nurse’s face.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Naughty dirl, do away,” he said; “Fred don’t ’ove ’oo. Fred won’t -eat bekfus’.”</p> - -<div class='figright id033'> -<img src='images/illus048.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, Miss Rosie, what -a handful he is!” said -Patience.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Let me try him!” -said Rosie; “I’ll make him -eat something. Come Freddy -darling, you love Rosie, -don’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, I don’t,” said Fred.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, you’ll eat some breakfast; come now.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I won’t eat none bekfus’—do away.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Rosie turned round and looked in a despairing way at -her own three brothers.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“If only nurse were at home!” she said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Master Fred,” said Patience, “if you won’t eat, you must get down from -the breakfast-table. I have got to clear up, you know.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>She popped the little boy on the floor. He looked round in a bewildered -fashion.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Let’s have a very exciting kind of play, and perhaps he’ll join in,” said -Rosie, in a whisper. “Let’s play at kittens—that’s the loveliest of all our -games.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Kittens” was by no means a quiet pastime. It consisted, indeed, in wild -romps on all-fours, each child assuming for the time the character of a kitten, -and jumping after balls of paper, which they caught in their mouths.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It’s the happiest of all our games, and perhaps he’ll like it,” said Rosie.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Patie,” said Alec, going up to the new nurse, “does ’oo know <i>Tic-tac-too</i>?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Of course I do, master Baby—a silly game that.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I ’ike it,” said little Alec.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He tripped across the nursery to the younger baby, and sat down by his -side.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Take off ’oo shoe,” he said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fred was very tired of being cross and miserable. He could not say he -was too little to Alec, for Alec was scarcely bigger than himself. Besides he -understood about taking off his shoe. It was a performance he particularly -liked. He looked at Baby Alec, and obeyed him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Take off ’oo other shoe,” said Alec.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fred did so.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Pull off ’oo ’tocks,” ordered the eldest baby.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fred absolutely chuckled as he tugged away at his white socks, and -revealed his pink toes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now, come to Patie.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fred scrambled to his feet, and holding Alec’s hand, trotted down the long -nursery.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Patie,” said Alec, “take F’ed on ’our lap, and play <i>Tic-tac-too</i> for -him?”</p> - -<div class='figright id034'> -<img src='images/illus049.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Patience was busy sewing; she -raised her eyes. Two smiling little -baby-boys were standing by her knee. -Could this child, whose blue eyes were -full of sunshine, be the miserable little -Fred?</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, master Alec,” she said, kissing -the older baby, “you’re a perfect -little darling. Well, I never! to think -of you finding out a way to please that -poor child.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Tic-tac-too!” said Fred, in a loud -and vigorous voice. He was fast getting -over his shyness, and Alec’s game -suited him to perfection.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the little stranger did <i>not</i> like the game of kittens. He marched in a -fat, solid sort of way across the nursery, and sat down in a corner, with his -back to the company. Here he really looked a most dismal little figure. The -view of his back was heart-rending; his curly head drooped slightly, forlornness -was written all over his little person.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What a little muff he is!” said Harry; “I’m glad I didn’t give my skin -horse to him.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, don’t,” said Rosie, “can’t you see he’s unhappy? I must go and -speak to him. Fred,” she said, going up to the child, “come and play with -Alec and me.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id035'> -<img src='images/illus050.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>“No,” said Fred, “I’se too little to p’ay.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But we’ll have such an easy play, Fred. <i>Do</i> come; I wish you would.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I’se too little,” answered Fred, shaking his head again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At that moment Rosie and her two elder brothers were called out of the -room to their morning lessons. Rosie’s heart ached as she went away.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Something must be done,” she said to herself. “That new little boy-baby -will get quite ill if we can’t think of something to please him soon.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>She did not know that a very unexpected little deliverer was at hand. The -two babies were now alone in the nursery, and Patience, having finished her -tidying up, sat down to her sewing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Patience lifted him on her lap, popped him down with a bounce, kissed -him, and began,—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Tic, tac, too,</div> - <div class='line'>The little horse has lost his shoe,</div> - <div class='line'>Here a nail, and there a nail,</div> - <div class='line'>Here a nail, and there a nail,</div> - <div class='line in16'>Tic, tac, too!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>When the other children returned to the nursery, they heard peals of -merry baby laughter; and this was the fashion in which a little boy won his -name.</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>X.—THE PASTURE FENCE.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>We used to play a great deal about the pasture fence. It was a -high rail fence and we used to take a little pole in both hands -as a balancing pole, and run along on the top. Carefully we balanced -ourselves as we ran! But finally we would tip first one way and then -the other, and then, with a little laughing scream, off we’d topple!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes we would put a board through the fence and have a fine -time at “seesaw.” Up one of us would go, high in the air, and down -would go the other with a thud!</p> - -<p class='c008'>We used to play that the pasture fence was a huge cupboard. -Each rail was a shelf. Many of those rail-shelves were loaded down -with bits of broken dishes, shining pebbles, bits of green moss that we -called “pincushions,” and white clam-shells full of strawberries, or -raspberries, or little dark juicy choke-cherries. The contents of the -clam-shells were for the birds. If we found a clam-shell lying on the -ground, we believed with all our little hearts that a little winged -creature had been fed from our cupboard.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes we would carry on a thriving millinery store out at the -pasture fence. We would make queer little bonnets out of birch-bark. -Then we would sew wildflowers on the bonnets and lay them on the -rails of the fence for sale. Such a number of those funny little bonnets -as would be on exhibition on our rail-counters!</p> - -<p class='c008'>One of the big upright posts of our rail fence was hollow a little -way down. One day we found on the ground a nest full of birdlings; -one of them was dead, and a little green snake had almost reached the -nest. The mother-bird was flying about crying pitifully. I snatched -the nest away and carried it O, so carefully to the pasture fence and -put it down in the hollow of the fence-post. Then we went a bit -away and waited. Pretty soon there was a little rush of wings; and -soon the mother-bird settled down in that hollow post just as cunning -as could be. And that dear little family staid in that hollow post -until the baby-birds grew up and flew away.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>LULU’S FIRST THANKSGIVING.</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>Lulu was six years old last spring. She came to make a visit -at her grandfather’s, and stayed until after Thanksgiving.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id022'> -<img src='images/illus053.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Lulu had lived away down in Cuba ever since she was a year old. -Her cousins had written to her what a good time they had on -Thanksgiving Day; so she was very anxious to be at her grandfather’s -at that time. They do not have a Thanksgiving Day down -in Cuba. That is how Lulu did not have one until she was six -years old.</p> - -<p class='c008'>She could hardly wait for the day to come. Such a grand time as -they did have! Lulu did not know she had so many cousins until -they came to spend the day at her grandfather’s. It did not take -them long to get acquainted. Before time for dinner they felt as if -they had always known each other.</p> - -<div class='figright id036'> -<img src='images/illus054.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The dinner was the grand event of the -day. Lulu had never seen so long a -table except at a hotel, nor some -of the vegetables and kinds of -pie.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Lulu had never tasted -turkey before. Her -grandmother would -not have one cooked until -then, so she could say that -she had eaten her first piece -of turkey on Thanksgiving -Day.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After dinner they played -all kinds of games. All the uncles and aunts and grown-up cousins -played blind-man’s-buff with them.</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>XI.—OUR RAINY-DAY PLAYHOUSE.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>We had a number of rainy-day playhouses. When it did not -rain very hard, Myra and I would scamper out to our little -playhouse made of boards, and listen to the patter of the drops.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was not a very costly playhouse. It was built in a corner made -by the shed and the orchard fence. One side of our playhouse was -the shed. Another side was the fence; this open side we used to call -our bay-window. A creeping hop vine twined around the rough -fence-boards and made a green lace curtain for our bay-window. -The third side was made of boards. Across this side stretched the -wide board seat, which was the only furniture of our playhouse. The -fourth, or front side of the playhouse consisted mostly of a “double-door,” -of which we were very proud. This double-door was two large -green blinds. Did not we feel like truly little housekeepers when we -fastened those two blinds together with a snap!</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the rain came down in gentle showers we used to go out to -the little playhouse and have a concert. First Myra would step up on -to that wide board seat and recite a little piece. Then I would step -up on to the seat and sing a little song. Perhaps while I was singing -a robin in the orchard would begin to sing, O, so loud and sweet that -all the orchard just rang with that sweet music! We would stop our -concert and listen to the robin. When he had finished, we used to clap -our little hands. And all the time the rain kept up a fairy “tinkle, -tinkle,” as if some one was keeping time for us on a tiny piano.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Spat-t! Spat-t! would come the little drops through a tiny hole in -the roof of our little house. We used to hold our faces up towards -that little leak in the roof. Oftentimes a drop would strike us fairly -on the tip of our small noses! Then how we would laugh!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes we would take hold of hands and repeat together, over -and over again: “Rain, rain, go away, come again, another day!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And if we said those words long enough, the rain would go away!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id004'> -<img src='images/illus056.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>THE RAINY-DAY PLAYHOUSE.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>“HOW MAMA USED TO PLAY.”</h2> -</div> -<h3 class='c006'>XII.—THE WHOLE WHITE WORLD.</h3> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c007'>In winter we played everywhere! The whole white world was a -lovely playground! We had no skates, but we wore very thick-soled -boots that took the place of skates very well. At least we -thought so, and that was all we needed to make us contented. When -the little pond was frozen over, we would take a quick run down its -snowy banks and then we would skim clear across that little pond’s -frozen surface just as swift as a bird would skim through the air.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes a thick frost would come in the night-time. The next -morning a fine blue haze would be in the air and everything would be -clothed in soft white frost-furs. As the sun rose higher and higher -we would watch to see the trees and bushes grow warm in the sunshine -and throw off their furs. Then we would try and catch those -soft furs as they fell. But if caught they melted quickly away.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If the surface of the snow hardened enough so that we could walk -on the crust without breaking through, our happiness was complete. -High hills were all about us, and it seemed to us as if every shining -hill would say if it could, “Come and slide!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And O, the happy hours that we have had with our clumsy old -sled! Away we would go, the wind stinging our faces until crimson -roses blossomed in our cheeks, and the shining crust snapping and -creaking under our sled, and the hill flying away behind us!</p> - -<p class='c008'>If a damp clinging snow came, it made lovely snowballs; and it was -such fun to catch hold of the long clothes-lines and shake them and -see little clumps of snow hop like rabbits from the line into the air.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And if instead of warmth, and great damp feathery snowflakes, -there came a bitter wind and an icy sleet that froze as it fell—what -then? Never mind! Sunrise would set the whole world a-sparkle. -Every tree and bush would be gay with splendid ice-jewels! And in -the great shining ice palace, we could run and laugh and shout, watching -the ice-jewels loosen and fall, all day long.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Percia V. White.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id037'> -<img src='images/illus058.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>“AWAY WE WOULD GO!”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id038'> -<img src='images/illus059a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'><i>GRAN’MA GRACIE.</i></h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='c005'> - <img class='drop-capi' src='images/illus059b.jpg' width='145' alt='' /> -</div><p class='drop-capi_8'> -It was Uncle George who called her “Gran’ma” when she -was only six, and by the time she was seven everybody had -taken to the name, and she answered to it as a matter of -course.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Why did he call her so? Because she was such a prim, -staid, serious, little old-fashioned body, and consequently -her mother laughingly took to dressing her in an old-fashioned -way, so that at last, whether she was out in the -grounds, or round by the stables with Grant, in her figured -pink dress, red sash, long gloves, and sun-bonnet, looking after her pets, or -indoors of an evening, in her yellow brocade, muslin apron—with pockets, of -course, and quaint mob cap tied up with its ribbon—she always looked serious -and grandmotherly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It is her nature to,” Uncle George said, quoting from “Let dogs -delight;” and when he laughed at her, Gran’ma used to look at him wonderingly -in the most quaint way, and then put her hand in his, and ask him to -take her for a walk.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Gran’ma lived in a roomy old house with a delightful garden, surrounded -by a very high red-brick wall that was covered in the spring with white blossoms, -and in the autumn with peaches with red cheeks that laughed at her and -imitated hers; purple plums covered with bloom, and other plums that looked -like drops of gold among the green leaves; and these used to get so ripe and -juicy in the hot sun, that they would crack and peer out at her as if asking to -be eaten before they fell down and wasted their rich honey juice on the ground. -Then there were great lumbering looking pears which worried John, the gardener, -because they grew so heavy that they tore the nails out of the walls, and -had to be fastened up again—old John giving Gran’ma the shreds to hold -while he went up the ladder with his hammer, and a nail in his mouth.</p> - -<p class='c008'>That garden was Gran’ma’s world, it was so big; and on fine mornings she -could be seen seriously wandering about with Dinnywinkle, her little sister, up -this way, down that, under the apple-trees, along the gooseberry and currant -alleys, teaching her and Grant that it was not proper to go on the beds when -there were plenty of paths, and somehow Dinnywinkle, who was always -bubbling over with fun, did as the serious little thing told her in the most obedient -of ways, and helped her to scold Grant, who was much harder to teach.</p> - -<div class='figright id039'> -<img src='images/illus060.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>For Grant, whose papa was a setter, and mamma a very lady-like retriever, -always had ideas in his head that there were wild -beasts hiding in the big garden, and as soon as his -collar was unfastened, and he was taken down the -grounds for a run, he seemed to run -mad. His ears went up, his tail began -to wave, and he dashed about frantically -to hunt for those imaginary wild -beasts. He barked till he was hoarse -sometimes, when after a good deal of -rushing about he made a discovery, and -would then look up triumphantly at -Gran’ma, and point at his find with his -nose, till she came up to see what he -had discovered. One time it would be -a snail, at another a dead mouse killed -by the cat, and not eaten because it was -a shrew. Upon one occasion, when -the children ran up, it was to find the -dog half wild as he barked to them to come and see what he was holding -down under his paw,—this proving to be an unfortunate frog which uttered -a dismal squeal from time to time till Gran’ma set it at liberty, so that it could -make long hops into a bed of ivy, where it lived happily long afterwards, to -sit there on soft wet nights under a big leaf like an umbrella, and softly whistle -the frog song which ends every now and then in a croak.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Grant was always obedient when he was caught, and then he would walk -steadily along between Gran’ma and Dinny, each holding one of his long silky -ears, with the prisoner making no effort to escape.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the job was to catch him; and on these occasions Gran’ma used to run -and run fast, while Dinny ran in another direction to cut Grant off.</p> - -<div class='figleft id040'> -<img src='images/illus061.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>And a pretty chase he led them, letting them get close up, and then giving -a joyous bark and leaping sidewise, to dash off in quite a fresh direction. -Here he would perhaps hide, crouching down under one of the shrubs, ready -to pounce out on his pursuers, and then dash away again, showing his teeth as -if he were laughing, and in his frantic delight waltzing round and round after -his tail. Then away he would bound on to the closely shaven lawn, throw -himself down, roll over and over, and set Dinny laughing and clapping her -hands to see him play one of his favorite tricks, which was to lay his nose -down close to the grass, first on one side -and then on the other, pushing it along as -if it was a plough, till he sprang up and -stood barking and wagging his tail, as -much as to say, “What do you think of -that for a game?” ending by running helter-skelter -after a blackbird which flew away, -crying “Chink—chink—chink.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>That was a famous old wilderness of a -place, with great stables and out-houses, -where there was bright golden straw, and -delicious sweet-scented hay, and in one -place a large bin with a lid, and half-full of -oats, with which Gran’ma used to fill a -little cross-handled basket.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now, Grant,” she cried, as she shut -down the lid, after refusing to let Dinny -stand in the bin and pour oats over her head and down her back—“Now, -Grant!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Wuph!” said Grant, and he took hold of the basket in his teeth, and -trotted on with it before her round the corner, to stop before the hutches that -stood outside in the sun.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Here, if Dinny was what Gran’ma called “a good girl,” she had a treat. -For this was where the rabbits lived.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Old Brownsmith sent those rabbits, hutch and all, as a present for Gran’ma, -one day when John went to the market garden with his barrow to fetch what -he called some “plarnts;” and when he came back with the barred hutch, and -set the barrow down in the walk, mamma went out with Gran’ma and Dinny, -to look at them, and Grant came up growling, sniffed all round the hutch before -giving a long loud bark, which, being put into plain English, meant, “Open -the door, and I’ll kill all the lot.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I don’t know what to say, John,” said mamma, shaking her head. “It -is very kind of Mr. Brownsmith, but I don’t think your master will like the -children to keep them, for fear they should be neglected and die.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“’Gleckted?” said old John, rubbing one ear. “What! little miss here -’gleck ’em? Not she. You’ll feed them rabbuds reg’lar, miss, wontcher?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Gran’ma said she would, and the hutch was wheeled round by the stables, -Grant following and looking very much puzzled, for though he never hunted -the cats now, rabbits did seem the right things to kill.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Gran’ma soon taught him better, and he became the best of friends -with Brown Downie and her two children, Bunny and White Paws.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In fact, one day there was a scene, for Cook rushed into the schoolroom -during lesson time, out of breath with excitement.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Please’m, I went down the garden, ’m, to get some parsley, and that -horrid dog’s hunting the rabbits, and killing ’em.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a cry from both children, and Gran’ma rushed out and round to -the stables, to find the hutch door unfastened, and the rabbits gone, while, as -she turned back to the house with the tears running down her cheeks, who -should come trotting up but Grant, with his ears cocked, and Bunny hanging -from his jaws as if dead.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Gran’ma uttered a cry; and as Mamma came up with Dinny, the dog set -the little rabbit down, looked up and barked, and Bunny began loping off to -nibble the flowers, not a bit the worse, while Grant ran and turned him back -with his nose, for Gran’ma to catch the little thing up in her arms.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Grant barked excitedly, and ran down the garden again, the whole party -following, and in five minutes he had caught White Paw.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Dinny had the carrying of this truant, and with another bark, Grant dashed -in among the gooseberry bushes, where there was a great deal of rustling, -a glimpse of something brown, and then of a white cottony tail. Then in -spite of poor Grant getting his nose pricked with the thorns, Brown Downie -was caught and held by her ears till mamma lifted her up, and she was -carried in triumph back, Grant trotting on before, and leading the way to the -stable-yard and the hutch, turning round every now and then to bark.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The rabbits did not get out again, and every morning and evening they were -fed as regularly as Gran’ma fed herself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On reaching the hutch, Grant set the basket down, leaving the handle rather -wet, though he could easily have wiped it with his ears, and then he sat down -in a dreamy way, half closing his eyes and possibly thinking about wild rabbits -on heaths where he could hunt them through furze bushes, while Gran’ma in -the most serious way possible opened the hutch door.</p> - -<div class='figright id041'> -<img src='images/illus063.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>There was no difficulty about catching White Paw, for he was ready enough -to thrust his nose into -his little mistress’s -hand, and be lifted -out by his ears, and -held for Dinny to -stroke.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now let me take -him,” she cried.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, my dear, you -are too young yet,” -said Gran’ma; and -Dinny had to be content -with smoothing down White Paw’s soft brown fur, as it nestled up -against its mistress’s breast, till it was put back kicking, and evidently longing -to escape from its wooden-barred prison, even if it was to be hunted by Grant.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then Bunny had his turn, and was duly lifted out and smoothed; after -which, Brown Downie, who was too heavy to lift, gave the floor of the hutch a -sharp rap with one foot, making Grant lift his ear and utter a deep sigh.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No,” he must have thought; “it’s very tempting, but I must not seize -her by the back and give her a shake.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then the trough was filled with oats, the door fastened, and the girls looked -on as three noses were twitched and screwed about, and a low munching sound -arose.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Three rabbits and a dog! Enough pets for any girl, my reader; but -Gran’ma had another—Buzz, a round, soft-furred kitten with about as much -fun in it as could be squeezed into so small a body. But Buzz had a temper, -possibly soured by jealousy of Grant, whom he utterly detested.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Buzz’s idea of life was to be always chasing something,—his tail, a shadow, -the corner of the table-cover, or his mistress’s dress. He liked to climb, too, on -to tables, up the legs, into the coal-scuttle, behind the sideboard, and above -all, up the curtains, so as to turn the looped-up part into a hammock, and sleep -there for hours. Anywhere forbidden to a respectable kitten was Buzz’s favorite -spot, and especially inside the fender, where the blue tiles at the back -reflected the warmth of the fire, and the brown tiles of the hearth were so bright -that he could see other kittens in them, and play with them, dabbing at them -with his velvet paw.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Buzz had been dragged out from that forbidden ground by his hind leg, and -by the loose skin at the back of his neck, and he had been punished again and -again, but still he would go, and strange to say, he took a fancy to rub himself -up against the upright brass dogs from the tip of his nose to the end of his -tail, and then repeat it on the other side.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Gran’ma’s pet did not trespass without suffering for it. Both his -whiskers were singed off close, and there was a brown, rough, ill-smelling -bit at the end of his tail where, in turning round, he had swept it amongst the -glowing cinders, giving him so much pain that he uttered a loud “Mee-yow!” -and bounded out of the room, looking up at Gran’ma the while as if he believed -that she had served him like that.</p> - -<div class='figleft id042'> -<img src='images/illus064.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>In Gran’ma’s very small old-fashioned way, one of her regular duties was -to get papa’s blue cloth fur-lined slippers, and put them -against the fender to warm every night, ready for him -when he came back tired from London; and no sooner -were those slippers set down to toast, than Buzz, who -had been watching attentively, went softly from his -cushion where he had been pretending to be asleep, but -watching all the time with one eye, and carefully packed -himself in a slipper, thrusting his nose well down, drawing -his legs right under him, and snoozling up so -compactly that he exactly fitted it, and seemed part of a fur cushion made in -the shape of a shoe.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Buzz was not allowed to enjoy himself in that fashion for long. No -sooner did Gran’ma catch sight of what he had done than she got up, went to -the fireplace, gravely lifted the slipper, and poured Buzz out on to the hearth-rug, -replaced the slipper where it would warm, and went back, to find, five -minutes later, that the kitten had fitted himself into the other slipper, with -only his back visible, ready to be poured out again. Then, in a half-sulky, -cattish way, Buzz would go and seat himself on his square cushion, and watch, -while, to guard them from any more such intrusions, Gran’ma picked up the -slippers and held them to her breast until such time as her father came home.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Those were joyous times at the old house, till one day there was a report -spread in the village that little Gran’ma was ill. The doctor’s carriage was -seen every day at the gate, and then twice a day, and there were sorrow and -despair where all had been so happy. Dinny went alone with Grant to feed -the rabbits; and there were no more joyous rushes round the garden, for the -dog would lie down on the doorstep with his head between his paws, and watch -there all day, and listen for the quiet little footstep that never came. Every -day old John, the gardener, brought up a bunch of flowers for the little child -lying fevered and weak, with nothing that would cool her burning head, and -three anxious faces were constantly gazing for the change that they prayed -might come.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For the place seemed no longer the same without those pattering feet. -Cook had been found crying in a chair in the kitchen; and when asked why, -she said it was because Grant had howled in the night, and she knew now that -dear little Gran’ma would never be seen walking so sedately round the garden -again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was of no use to tell her that Grant had howled because he was miserable -at not seeing his little mistress: she said she knew better.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Don’t tell me,” she cried; “look at him.” And she pointed to where -the dog had just gone down to the gate, for a carriage had stopped, and the -dog, after meeting the doctor, walked up behind him to the house, waited till -he came out, and then walked down behind him to the gate, saw him go, and -came back to lie down in his old place on the step, with his head between his -paws.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They said that they could not get Grant to eat, and it was quite true, for the -little hands which fed him were not there; and the house was very mournful and -still, even Dinny having ceased to shout and laugh, for they told her she -must be very quiet, because Gran’ma was so ill.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From that hour Dinny went about the place like a mouse, and her favorite -place was on the step by Grant, who, after a time, took to laying his head in -her lap, and gazing up at her with his great brown eyes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And they said that Gran’ma knew no one now, but lay talking quickly -about losing the rabbits and about Dinny and Grant; and then there came a -day when she said nothing, but lay very still as if asleep.</p> - -<div class='figleft id043'> -<img src='images/illus066.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>That night as the doctor was going, he said softly that he could do no more, -but that those who loved the little quiet -child must pray to God to spare her to -them; and that night, too, while tears were -falling fast, and there seemed to be no -hope, Grant, in his loneliness and misery, -did utter a long, low, mournful howl.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But next morning, after a weary night, -those who watched saw the bright glow of -returning day lighting up the eastern sky, -and the sun had not long risen before -Gran’ma woke as if from a long sleep, -looked up in her mother’s eyes as if she -knew her once more, and the great time of -peril was at an end.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All through the worst no hands but her mother’s had touched her; but -now a nurse was brought in to help—a quiet, motherly, North-country woman -who one day stood at the door, and held up her hands in astonishment, for -she had been busy down-stairs for an hour, and now that she had returned -there was a great reception on the bed: Buzz was seated on the pillow purring; -the rabbits all three were playing at the bed being a warren, and loping -in and out from the valance; Grant was seated on a chair with his head close -up to his mistress’s breast; and Dinny was reading aloud from a picture storybook -like this, but the book was upside down, and she invented all she said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Bless the bairn! what does this mean?” cried nurse.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It meant that Dinny had brought up all Gran’ma’s friends, and that the -poor child was rapidly getting well.</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id044'> -<img src='images/illus067.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>The Sunshine Corner</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>Miss Myrtle read to the children this afternoon an Account -sent by her married cousin, Mrs. Pingry. Mrs. Pingry wrote: -“I spell it with a big A, just for fun, because it is of so small a matter, -but it was a sunshiny matter for it caused some smiling, and it brought -out real kindness from several persons.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Mr. Pingry goes in on the 8.17 train and attends to his furnace -the last thing, allowing twelve minutes to reach the station. When -about half-way there, yesterday, it occurred to him that he forgot to -shut the drafts. Just then he met Jerry Snow, the man at the Binney -place, and asked him to please call round our way, and ask for Mrs. -Pingry, and say Mr. Pingry had left the drafts open. Jerry said he -would after going to the post-office, but Mr. Pingry, fearing Jerry -might forget, called hastily at the door of Madam Morey, an elderly -woman who does plain sewing, and said he forgot to shut the furnace -drafts; if she should see a boy passing would she ask him to call at -our door, and ask for Mrs. Pingry, and tell her? Madam said she -would be on the lookout for a boy, while doing her baking.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now as Mr. Pingry was hurrying on, it came to him that he had -not yet made a sure thing of it, and at that moment he saw the woman -who does chore-work at the Binney’s, coming by a path across the -field. He met her at the fence, and asked if she would go around by -our house and say to Mrs. Pingry that Mr. Pingry had left the drafts -all open. She agreed, and Mr. Pingry ran to his train, a happy man.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now Madam Morey felt anxious about the furnace, and stepped -often to the window, and at last spied a small boy with a sled, and -finding he knew where we live, told him Mr. Pingry went away and -forgot to shut the furnace drafts and wished to send back word, -and would the boy coast down that way and tell Mrs. Pingry? The -boy promised, and coasted down the hill.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Madam Morey still felt uneasy about the furnace, and not being -sure the boy would do the errand kept on the watch for another; and -when the banana-man stopped and made signs at her window ‘would -she buy?’ she wrote a few words on a bit of brown paper and went -with him far enough to point out the house and made signs, ‘would he -leave the paper there?’ He made signs ‘yes?’ and passed on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Now at about half-past eight, our front doorbell rang and I heard -a call for me. I hurried down, and received the chore-woman’s message -and acted upon it at once.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Sometime afterwards, as I was in the back-chamber, I heard voices -outside and saw six or eight small boys trying to pull their sleds over -a fence, and wondered how they happened to be coasting in such a -place. Presently I heard a commotion on the other side and went to -the front windows. All the sleds were drawn up near the steps, and -the small boys were stamping around like an army come to take the -house. Seeing me they all shouted something at me. They seemed -so terribly in earnest, and came in such a strange way, that I flew -down, sure something dreadful had happened—perhaps Willy was -drowned! and I began to tremble. At sight of me at the door they -all shouted again, but I did not understand. I caught hold of the biggest -boy and pulled him inside, and said to him, in a low, tremulous -voice, ‘Tell me! What is it?’ He answered, in a bashful way, ‘Mr. -Pingry said he left the drafts open.’ ‘Thank you all!’ I said.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Next, the banana-man, bobbing his head, and making signs, -though I shook my head ‘no.’ Finally up came Bridget with a slip of -brown paper having written on it, but no name signed: ‘Your furnace -drafts are open.’ Such a shout as went up from us!</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Grand company coming, I guess! exclaimed my sister, a short -time afterwards. Sure enough there stood a carriage and span. Jerry -Snow, it seems, forgot our furnace until he went to look at his own. -He was then just about to take Mrs. Binney out for an airing. He -mentioned it to her and she had him drive round with the message.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“By this time we were ready to go off, explode, shout, giggle, at -the approach of any one; and when Madam Morey stepped up on our -piazza we bent ourselves double with laughter, and my sister went -down upon the floor all in a heap, saying, ‘Do—you—suppose—she—comes—for -that?’</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Even so. She had worried, thinking the hot pipes might heat -the woodwork, and half-expected to hear the cry of ‘fire!’ and bells -ringing, and could not sit still in her chair, and in the goodness of her -heart she left her work and came all the way over!</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh! we had fun with Mr. Pingry that evening. But now, my -dear Miss Myrtle, the funniest part of all was that Mr. Pingry did not -forget to shut the drafts!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>Miss Fillissy-Follissy.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'>A SLUMBER SONG.</h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div><a href="music/a_slumber_song.mp3" class="x-ebookmaker-drop">Listen</a></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id045'> -<a href='images/a_slumber_song.png'><img src='images/illus069.jpg' alt='A SLUMBER SONG. Words by M. H. Music by F. E. S. Softly throughout, but well accented.' class='ig001' /></a> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>1. Sleep, oh sleep, my lambs a-wea-ry! Shin-ing sun-beams all are o’er;</div> - <div class='line'>’Tis the time when lit-tle children Sail a-way to slum-ber shore.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>2. Glid-ing, glid-ing to the mu-sic Of a ten-der, tender lulla-by</div> - <div class='line'>Gent-ly drift the lads and lass-es When the stars come out on high.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>3. Soft-ly to the swaying grass-es Fall the gracious drops of dew;</div> - <div class='line'>Yet more soft-ly at the gloaming Close the bairn-ies’ eyes of blue.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id046'> -<img src='images/illus070.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id047'> -<img src='images/illus071.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>THE GROCER’S BOY.</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c009'>Sammy Swattles wasn’t a bad boy, you understand; he was -simply thoughtless. He thoughtlessly did things which robbed -him of peace of mind for some time after he did them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When Sammy was ten years old he had to leave school, to go to -work for Mr. Greens, the grocer, in order to help support his mother.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He did a great many things for the grocer, from seven o’clock in -the morning till six at night, but his principal work was to place large -paper bags on the scales and fill them with flour from the barrel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the bag weighed twenty-three pounds, Sammy had to seal -it up and take it to the family it was ordered for. The grocer allowed -him two cents for every bag he carried, over and above his wages, -which were $2.50 per week. Some weeks Sammy made over $3.00 -which helped his mother to run their little house quite comfortably.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Now, Sammy, in his thoughtlessness, used to sample quite a good -deal of the grocer’s preserved ginger. Every time he would pass the -tin boxes of ginger, he would thoughtlessly take a piece, and it would -disappear in the recesses of Sammy’s rosy mouth.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One night, after he had locked up all but the front door of the store, -he helped himself to quite a large piece of the ginger, and walked -home.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He did not care for any supper that night. He felt as if bed was -the best place for his troubled little stomach.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He hadn’t been in bed two minutes when a little fierce man, with a -white cloth round his black body and a huge grin on his ebony face, -bounded into his room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>With a scream Sammy leaped out of bed and bounded out of the -window. With a yell the Indian was after him. Sammy flew down -the road like a runaway colt, the black man in his rear yelling like -thunder and lions. Sammy never ran so fast in his life, but the little -black man gained on him, and finally caught him!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sammy pleaded hard to be spared to his mother, but the little man -grimly took him by the collar, and with one leap landed him on the -island of Ceylon, in the Indian Ocean, at a place called Kandy. Then -he led Sammy out into the country, and blew a whistle. In an instant -they were surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of men, women and -boys, all as black as Sammy’s captor. Sammy cried:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What have I done! what have I done!” and they all cried:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You have taken the ginger that we have gathered by hard work, -without permission, and you are condemned to live here for the rest -of your life on ginger alone!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then Sammy began to cry real hard, for he thought of his poor -mother, off there in Massachusetts, wondering day after day, “What -has become of my Sammy!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And then to be compelled to eat nothing but ginger all his life! -It was awful! He already hated ginger. He looked so woebegone -that they all cried:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“If you will promise to be good, and think before you do things, -we will let you go! But if you don’t keep your promise we’ll get you -again, and then, look out!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>So Sammy promised, and ran for home. But the black people -seemed to regret having let him off so easily, and they all came trooping -after him!</p> - -<p class='c008'>You should have seen Sammy run! He went over through India, -and across Afghanistan, Persia and Turkey like a streak of lightning! -He plunged into the Mediterranean and swam across to Italy. -From Italy he swam to Spain; and across Spain, from Tarragona to -Cape Finisterre, he ran like the Rapids of the River St. Lawrence, the -black people at his heels!</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was almost exhausted as he dove off Cape Finisterre into the -broad Atlantic, and he would have sunk down deep, for fifteen or -twenty miles, if a friendly dolphin hadn’t come along and invited him -to ride on its shiny back!</p> - -<p class='c008'>The black men gave up the chase then, and the dolphin swam over -to Massachusetts Bay, up Boston Harbor, to the Charles River, to the -bridge by Sammy’s home. There the dolphin said good-by, told -Sammy to always be a good boy, and then, with a flip of its tail, it -rushed down the river—and Sammy awoke!</p> - -<p class='c008'>It had all been a dream, of course; but it cured Sammy of thoughtlesness, -and nobody ever had cause again to say that Sammy Swattles -wasn’t all a nice little boy should be. He told his employer all about -it, and his employer said: “Well, be a good boy, and never do anything -without thinking of whether it’s right or wrong to do it.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='small'><i>John Ernest McCann.</i></span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'><span class='sc'>An Absent-minded Man.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class='figleft id048'> -<img src='images/illus073a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='figright id049'> -<img src='images/illus073e.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='large'>H</span>e lit a candle for young Ted.</div> - <div class='line'>This absent minded man.</div> - <div class='line'>—Twas time to send the boy to bed—</div> - <div class='line'>But something else came in his head,</div> - <div class='line in4'>Some problem or some plan.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id050'> -<img src='images/illus073b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='large'>H</span>is thoughts were miles and miles away,</div> - <div class='line'>But still the taper there,</div> - <div class='line'>While he was thinking, seemed to say,</div> - <div class='line'>“Bed! Bed! I’ll burn out if I stay!”</div> - <div class='line in4'>And scolded with its glare.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id051'> -<img src='images/illus073c.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='large'>A</span>nd so he took Ted’s candle light</div> - <div class='line'>—Ted grinned, the little elf—</div> - <div class='line'>And bade, with manner most polite,</div> - <div class='line'>His son a very sweet good-night,</div> - <div class='line in4'>And went to bed himself.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id052'> -<img src='images/illus073d.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id053'> -<img src='images/illus074a.jpg' alt='Good King Grin. KING GRIN PRINCE LAUGH' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>Good King Grin.</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='figleft id054'> -<img src='images/illus074b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>THE JESTER.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='large'>T</span>here is a King in Nonsense Land</div> - <div class='line'>Whose castle, neither tall nor grand,</div> - <div class='line'>Is gaily perched upon a hill</div> - <div class='line'>Behind the town of Jolliville.</div> - <div class='line'>A spangled jester lets you in—</div> - <div class='line'>Whoever calls on good King Grin.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figright id054'> -<img src='images/illus074c.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>“QUITE BALD.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His height in feet is only four;</div> - <div class='line'>Around his waist is one foot more;</div> - <div class='line'>His mouth is wide; his eyes are twinkles</div> - <div class='line'>Half hidden in a net of wrinkles;</div> - <div class='line'>His beard is red; his hair is thin—</div> - <div class='line'>In fact, quite bald is good King Grin.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figleft id055'> -<img src='images/illus074d.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic004'> -<p>PRINCESS GIGGLE.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His family—beneath the sun</div> - <div class='line'>You never saw a happier one:</div> - <div class='line'>The good Queen Smile, so fair to see;</div> - <div class='line'>Prince Laugh, the heir-apparent he;</div> - <div class='line'>And Princess Giggle’s baby din—</div> - <div class='line'>Is life and joy to good King Grin.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Three ministers of state has he:</div> - <div class='line'>Prime Minister is Pleasantry;</div> - <div class='line'>In Foreign Matters, great and small,</div> - <div class='line'>Good-Nature ministers to all;</div> - <div class='line'>And Cheerfulness, when bills come in,</div> - <div class='line'>Is Treasurer to good King Grin.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id056'> -<img src='images/illus075a.jpg' alt='Ministers of State' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c012'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>His courser is a palfry stout,</div> - <div class='line'>And when the good king rides about,</div> - <div class='line'>The very babies crow for joy:</div> - <div class='line'>From peasant-man and peasant-boy,</div> - <div class='line'>From landed knight and all his kin,</div> - <div class='line'>Arise one cry: “Long live King Grin.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id057'> -<img src='images/illus075b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic057'> -<p><span class='small'><i>Ralph Bergengren.</i></span></p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c004'><i>A Funny Twin Brother</i></h2> -</div> - -<div class='c005'> - <img class='drop-capi' src='images/illus076.jpg' width='113' alt='' /> -</div><p class='drop-capi_8'> -Last sum-mer when we were in the coun-try -hav-ing a hap-py ho-li-day, we of-ten went -in-to the hay-field, and you lit-tle ones may -fan-cy the fun we had. John-ny and Lil-ly -rolled in the sweet fresh hay, and were -bu-ried and came up a-gain ma-ny and -ma-ny a time; and just when we thought there was not -a bit of chub-by child to be seen, a round red laugh-ing -face would peep out, fol-lowed by a sort of wind-mill of -arms and legs.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was on a bright sum-mer’s day in that hay-field that -we met Tim and his lit-tle mis-tress. “Who was Tim?” -you say. Well, Tim was a don-key, and such a hap-py -pet-ted don-key has sel-dom been seen be-fore. Liz-zy—the -lit-tle girl you see in the pic-ture—was the far-mer’s -daugh-ter, and as she led Tim round her fa-ther’s field, -she picked up the sweet hay and fed him with it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When Tim and lit-tle Liz-zy came near us, we all went -up to pat the don-key: then the lit-tle girl told us how -good and gen-tle her Tim was. “We are very luc-ky to -have such a good don-key,” said she.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“And I think he is luc-ky to have such a good lit-tle -mis-tress,” said I.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh, but he be-longs to us all,” an-swered the child, -“and there are six of us; we all feed and pet him. My -father bought him when he was quite lit-tle. He is five -years old now; just the same age as my lit-tle bro-ther -Willy. So he is his Twin Bro-ther you see,” ad-ded -Liz-zy grave-ly.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id058'> -<img src='images/illus077.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - -<div class='figcenter id044'> -<img src='images/illus079a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div> - <h2 class='c004'>Sam on the kitchen funnel blew</h2> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='figright id059'> -<img src='images/illus079b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c010'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Sam on the kitchen funnel blew,</span></div> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>The dinner-bell Jane rang;</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>The bellows made a nice guitar,</span></div> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Min played while Alice sang.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Tom came to hear us, Tabby too,</span></div> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Who brought her kittens three;</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>And also Flora with her pup;</span></div> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>We let them all in—free!</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id044'> -<img src='images/illus079c.jpg' alt='_S Birch_' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id060'> -<img src='images/illus080.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div>TO</div> - <div>WEE PEOPLE</div> - <div>WHO MAKE HOME</div> - <div>HAPPY WITH ARTLESS</div> - <div>PRATTLE AND MERRY</div> - <div>PLAY, THIS BOOK IS</div> - <div>LOVINGLY</div> - <div>DEDICATED.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c013' /> -</div> -<div class='tnotes x-ebookmaker'> - -<div class='section ph2'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - - <ol class='ol_1 c002'> - <li>Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling. - - </li> - <li>Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed. - </li> - </ol> - -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK OUR LITTLE TOT’S OWN BOOK ***</div> -<div style='text-align:left'> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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